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(You the One, nigga)\nRap Shogun, yes, E the one\n\nYo, I'm rolling with a 40 pack of niggas\nGet my weed from Branson 'cause his sack's bigger\nYo, give me dap, nigga\nWhat I clap lyrically tap call back\nFerocious, causing comatoses to collapse\nSo chinky-eyed I see people waving on a map\nI make it hotter than your thermostats\nBomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me\nFunk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert\n\nYour boombox better form a union\n'Cause I leave your circuits overworked, word bond\nNiggas front like they want it\nBut I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin' blunted\nDamn nigga, you cool at what you spittin'\nSo why you holding the blunt so long politickin'? (Huh)\nI ace them blunts with the technician of electrician\nI don't got a pot to piss in but still spend my last on hydroglycerin\n\nI keep it live, no jive, rolling dutches\nThat's Masters like the Furious Five\nI keep your crew chinky-eyed, for bitches actin' dog\n(Can you hit it from the back?)\nWhy not? While we toke on this (I can feel it)\n\n(I can feel it)\nYo, yo, you ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)\nYou ready to knock this nigga out? (Whatever, man)\nYo, you ready to get this chedda? (Whatever, man)\nYou ready to start this shit off? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it)\n\nI smoked with a lot of college students\nMost of 'em wasn't graduating and they knew it\nYou know the weed slang? Yeah, boy, I speak it fluent\nI light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark\nBigger they come, harder they fall\nThat goes for knuckleheads, MCs, pussy walls and all\nI lit my first L before I started to crawl\nI got my ass whooped when I had my first brawl\n\nBut things changed since I was 12 years old\nI specialize in wreckin' mics and area codes now\nPPP, the kinda niggas that'll bug with ya\nSmoke bud with ya, later on stick a slug in ya\nEverything that's light green ain't the bomb, bitch\nI got different forms to make you lose your calm, bitch\nRead my lips, you ain't hittin' unless you got\nTen on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher (I can feel it)\n\nYou ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)\nYou ready to rob this nigga? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it)\nYou ready to fuck, bitch? (Whatever, man)\nYou ready to guzzle this liquor? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it)\n\nWhatever, man\nWhatever, man (I can feel it)\nWhatever, man\nWhatever, man (I can feel it)","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.25] Microphone check, one, two (I can feel it)\n[00:05.82] A yo, you ready to get down man? (Yo, whatever, man)\n[00:08.78] You ready to get drunk as fuck? (Whatever, man)\n[00:11.68] You, you sayin somethin'? (Whatever, man)\n[00:14.01] A yo (whatever, man)\n[00:16.35] (I can feel it) check it, Kool V\n[00:17.30] I keeps it bangin', keep it swangin', Mike type of sangin' (yeah)\n[00:20.77] Ooh, la, la, la (so what ya sayin'?)\n[00:22.36] Yo, I'm smokin' herbals 'til it hurts you\n[00:24.77] I keep your daughter way out past her curfew\n[00:26.97] Hard, far from commercial (so whatcha mean, nigga?)\n[00:29.13] We don't give a fuck when we smoked out\n[00:31.01] In the land that's doped out\n[00:32.43] (It's like that?) No doubt\n[00:33.60] From this bomb weed, I cop from the streets\n[00:36.42] Get you open like buttcheeks from girls who be freaks\n[00:39.23] Ayo, can I be SWV? (You the One, nigga)\n[00:42.65] Rap Shogun, yes, E the one\n[00:44.34] Yo, I'm rolling with a 40 pack of niggas\n[00:46.62] Get my weed from Branson 'cause his sack's bigger\n[00:49.37] Yo, give me dap, nigga\n[00:50.69] What I clap lyrically tap call back\n[00:53.17] Ferocious, causing comatoses to collapse\n[00:56.09] So chinky-eyed I see people waving on a map\n[00:58.97] I make it hotter than your thermostats\n[01:01.05] Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me\n[01:03.89] Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert\n[01:06.95] Your boombox better form a union\n[01:09.13] 'Cause I leave your circuits overworked, word bond\n[01:11.92] Niggas front like they want it\n[01:13.69] But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin' blunted\n[01:17.28] Damn nigga, you cool at what you spittin'\n[01:19.55] So why you holding the blunt so long politickin'? (Huh)\n[01:22.36] I ace them blunts with the technician of electrician\n[01:25.25] I don't got a pot to piss in but still spend my last on hydroglycerin\n[01:29.75] I keep it live, no jive, rolling dutches\n[01:32.00] That's Masters like the Furious Five\n[01:34.07] I keep your crew chinky-eyed, for bitches actin' dog\n[01:37.32] (Can you hit it from the back?)\n[01:38.57] Why not? While we toke on this (I can feel it)\n[01:40.74] \n[01:50.03] (I can feel it)\n[01:50.78] Yo, yo, you ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)\n[01:53.81] You ready to knock this nigga out? (Whatever, man)\n[01:56.64] Yo, you ready to get this chedda? (Whatever, man)\n[01:59.42] You ready to start this shit off? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it)\n[02:02.11] I smoked with a lot of college students\n[02:05.16] Most of 'em wasn't graduating and they knew it\n[02:08.06] You know the weed slang? Yeah, boy, I speak it fluent\n[02:10.66] I light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark\n[02:13.61] Bigger they come, harder they fall\n[02:15.58] That goes for knuckleheads, MCs, pussy walls and all\n[02:19.02] I lit my first L before I started to crawl\n[02:21.80] I got my ass whooped when I had my first brawl\n[02:24.74] But things changed since I was 12 years old\n[02:27.23] I specialize in wreckin' mics and area codes now\n[02:30.48] PPP, the kinda niggas that'll bug with ya\n[02:33.19] Smoke bud with ya, later on stick a slug in ya\n[02:35.91] Everything that's light green ain't the bomb, bitch\n[02:38.71] I got different forms to make you lose your calm, bitch\n[02:41.53] Read my lips, you ain't hittin' unless you got\n[02:43.82] Ten on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher (I can feel it)\n[02:46.91] You ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)\n[02:49.40] You ready to rob this nigga? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it)\n[02:52.06] You ready to fuck, bitch? (Whatever, man)\n[02:54.86] You ready to guzzle this liquor? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it)\n[02:59.04] Whatever, man\n[03:01.71] Whatever, man (I can feel it)\n[03:04.58] Whatever, man\n[03:07.22] Whatever, man (I can feel it)\n[03:08.72] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Whateva Man\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Whateva Man\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Microphone check, one, two (I can feel it)\n  start_ms: 3250\n  end_ms: 5820\n- text: A yo, you ready to get down man? (Yo, whatever, man)\n  start_ms: 5820\n  end_ms: 8780\n- text: You ready to get drunk as fuck? (Whatever, man)\n  start_ms: 8780\n  end_ms: 11680\n- text: You, you sayin somethin'? 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(Whatever, man)\n  A yo (whatever, man)\n  (I can feel it) check it, Kool V\n  I keeps it bangin', keep it swangin', Mike type of sangin' (yeah)\n  Ooh, la, la, la (so what ya sayin'?)\n\n  Yo, I'm smokin' herbals 'til it hurts you\n  I keep your daughter way out past her curfew\n  Hard, far from commercial (so whatcha mean, nigga?)\n  We don't give a fuck when we smoked out\n  In the land that's doped out\n  (It's like that?) No doubt\n  From this bomb weed, I cop from the streets\n  Get you open like buttcheeks from girls who be freaks\n  Ayo, can I be SWV? (You the One, nigga)\n  Rap Shogun, yes, E the one\n\n  Yo, I'm rolling with a 40 pack of niggas\n  Get my weed from Branson 'cause his sack's bigger\n  Yo, give me dap, nigga\n  What I clap lyrically tap call back\n  Ferocious, causing comatoses to collapse\n  So chinky-eyed I see people waving on a map\n  I make it hotter than your thermostats\n  Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me\n  Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert\n\n  Your boombox better form a union\n  'Cause I leave your circuits overworked, word bond\n  Niggas front like they want it\n  But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin' blunted\n  Damn nigga, you cool at what you spittin'\n  So why you holding the blunt so long politickin'? (Huh)\n  I ace them blunts with the technician of electrician\n  I don't got a pot to piss in but still spend my last on hydroglycerin\n\n  I keep it live, no jive, rolling dutches\n  That's Masters like the Furious Five\n  I keep your crew chinky-eyed, for bitches actin' dog\n  (Can you hit it from the back?)\n  Why not? While we toke on this (I can feel it)\n\n  (I can feel it)\n  Yo, yo, you ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)\n  You ready to knock this nigga out? (Whatever, man)\n  Yo, you ready to get this chedda? (Whatever, man)\n  You ready to start this shit off? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it)\n\n  I smoked with a lot of college students\n  Most of 'em wasn't graduating and they knew it\n  You know the weed slang? Yeah, boy, I speak it fluent\n  I light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark\n  Bigger they come, harder they fall\n  That goes for knuckleheads, MCs, pussy walls and all\n  I lit my first L before I started to crawl\n  I got my ass whooped when I had my first brawl\n\n  But things changed since I was 12 years old\n  I specialize in wreckin' mics and area codes now\n  PPP, the kinda niggas that'll bug with ya\n  Smoke bud with ya, later on stick a slug in ya\n  Everything that's light green ain't the bomb, bitch\n  I got different forms to make you lose your calm, bitch\n  Read my lips, you ain't hittin' unless you got\n  Ten on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher (I can feel it)\n\n  You ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)\n  You ready to rob this nigga? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it)\n  You ready to fuck, bitch? (Whatever, man)\n  You ready to guzzle this liquor? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it)\n\n  Whatever, man\n  Whatever, man (I can feel it)\n  Whatever, man\n  Whatever, man (I can feel it)\n"},{"id":17600602,"name":"Whateva Man (instrumental)","trackName":"Whateva Man (instrumental)","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Whateva Man","duration":214.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"woman moans\n(E Dub) Microphone check one two\nAiyyo, you ready to get down man?\n(Red) Yo, whateva man\n(E Dub) You ready to get drunk as fuck?\n(Red) Whateva man\n(E Dub) You, you sayin somethin?\n(Red) Whateva man\n(E Dub) Aiyyo\n(Red) Whateva man\n(E Dub) Check it, Kool V\n\n(I keeps it bangin, keep it swangin\nMike type of sangin) Ohh-la-la-la! (So what cha sayin)\n\nOne: Redman, Sermon\n\nYo, I'm smokin herbals till it hurts you\nI keep your daughter way out past her curfew\nHard far from commercial\n(So what cha mean nigga)\nWe don't give a fuck when we smoked out\nIn the land that's doped out (it's like that?) no doubt\nFrom this bomb weed, I cock from the streets\nGet you open like buttcheeks, from girls who be freaks\nAiyyo, can I be SWV?\nYou the One nigga\nRap Shogun, yes E the one\nYo, I'm rollin with a forty pack of niggaz\nGet my weed from Branson cause his sack's bigger\nYo give me dap nigga\nWhat I clap lyrically tap call back\nFerocious causin comatoses to collapse\nSo chinky eyed I see people wavin on a map\nI make it hotter than your thermostats (beep beep beep beep)\nBomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me\nFunk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert\nYour boombox better form a union\nCause I leave your circus overworked, word bond\nNiggaz front like they want it\nBut I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin blunted\nDamn nigga you cool at what you spittin\nSo why you holdin the blunt so long politickin\nHuh, I ace them blunts with the technician\nof electrician, I don't got a pot to piss in\nBut still spend my last on hyrdroglycerin\nI keep it live no jive rollin Dutches\nthat's Masters like the Furious Five\nI, keep your crew chinky eyed, for bitches actin dog\n(Can you hit it from the back?) Why not, while we toke on this\n\nwoman moaning (ohhh daddy... aiyeee)\n(Sermon and Red harmonizing)\n\n(Red) Yo, you ready to roll this weed up?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n(Red) You ready to knock this nigga out?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n(Red) Yo, you ready to get this chedda?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n(Red) You ready to start this shit off?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n\nTwo: Redman\n\nI smoked with a lot of college, students\nMost of em, wasn't graduatin and they knew it\nYou know the weed slang? Yeah boy I speak it fluent\nI light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark\nBigger they come, harder they fall\nThat goes for, knuckleheads, MC's, pussy walls and all\nI lit my first L before I started to crawl\nI got my ass whupped when I had my first brawl\nBut things changed since I was twelve years old\nI specialize in wreckin mics and area codes\nNow, PPP the kinda niggaz that'll bug witcha\nSmoke bud witcha, later on stick a sluginya\nEverything that's like green ain't the bomb bitch\nI got different forms to make you lose your calm bitch\nRead my lips, you ain't hittin unless you got\nTen on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher\n\n(Red) You ready to roll this weed up?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n(Red) You ready to rob this niga?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n(Red) You ready to fuck bitch?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n(Red) You ready to guzzle this liquor?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n\n(E Dub harmonizing again)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Whateva Man (instrumental)\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Whateva Man\n  duration_ms: 214000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  woman moans\n  (E Dub) Microphone check one two\n  Aiyyo, you ready to get down man?\n  (Red) Yo, whateva man\n  (E Dub) You ready to get drunk as fuck?\n  (Red) Whateva man\n  (E Dub) You, you sayin somethin?\n  (Red) Whateva man\n  (E Dub) Aiyyo\n  (Red) Whateva man\n  (E Dub) Check it, Kool V\n\n  (I keeps it bangin, keep it swangin\n  Mike type of sangin) Ohh-la-la-la! (So what cha sayin)\n\n  One: Redman, Sermon\n\n  Yo, I'm smokin herbals till it hurts you\n  I keep your daughter way out past her curfew\n  Hard far from commercial\n  (So what cha mean nigga)\n  We don't give a fuck when we smoked out\n  In the land that's doped out (it's like that?) no doubt\n  From this bomb weed, I cock from the streets\n  Get you open like buttcheeks, from girls who be freaks\n  Aiyyo, can I be SWV?\n  You the One nigga\n  Rap Shogun, yes E the one\n  Yo, I'm rollin with a forty pack of niggaz\n  Get my weed from Branson cause his sack's bigger\n  Yo give me dap nigga\n  What I clap lyrically tap call back\n  Ferocious causin comatoses to collapse\n  So chinky eyed I see people wavin on a map\n  I make it hotter than your thermostats (beep beep beep beep)\n  Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me\n  Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert\n  Your boombox better form a union\n  Cause I leave your circus overworked, word bond\n  Niggaz front like they want it\n  But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin blunted\n  Damn nigga you cool at what you spittin\n  So why you holdin the blunt so long politickin\n  Huh, I ace them blunts with the technician\n  of electrician, I don't got a pot to piss in\n  But still spend my last on hyrdroglycerin\n  I keep it live no jive rollin Dutches\n  that's Masters like the Furious Five\n  I, keep your crew chinky eyed, for bitches actin dog\n  (Can you hit it from the back?) 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Why not, while we toke on this\n\n  woman moaning (ohhh daddy... aiyeee)\n  (Sermon and Red harmonizing)\n\n  (Red) Yo, you ready to roll this weed up?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n  (Red) You ready to knock this nigga out?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n  (Red) Yo, you ready to get this chedda?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n  (Red) You ready to start this shit off?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n\n  Two: Redman\n\n  I smoked with a lot of college, students\n  Most of em, wasn't graduatin and they knew it\n  You know the weed slang? 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(Yo, whatever, man)\nYou ready to get drunk as fuck? (Whatever, man)\nYou, you sayin somethin'? (Whatever, man)\nA yo (whatever, man)\n(I can feel it) check it, Kool V\nI keeps it bangin', keep it swangin', Mike type of sangin' (yeah)\nOoh, la, la, la (so what ya sayin'?)\n\nYo, I'm smokin' herbals 'til it hurts you\nI keep your daughter way out past her curfew\nHard, far from commercial (so whatcha mean, nigga?)\nWe don't give a fuck when we smoked out\nIn the land that's doped out\n(It's like that?) No doubt\nFrom this bomb weed, I cop from the streets\nGet you open like buttcheeks from girls who be freaks\nAyo, can I be SWV? (You the One, nigga)\nRap Shogun, yes, E the one\n\nYo, I'm rolling with a 40 pack of niggas\nGet my weed from Branson 'cause his sack's bigger\nYo, give me dap, nigga\nWhat I clap lyrically tap call back\nFerocious, causing comatoses to collapse\nSo chinky-eyed I see people waving on a map\nI make it hotter than your thermostats\nBomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me\nFunk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert\n\nYour boombox better form a union\n'Cause I leave your circuits overworked, word bond\nNiggas front like they want it\nBut I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin' blunted\nDamn nigga, you cool at what you spittin'\nSo why you holding the blunt so long politickin'? (Huh)\nI ace them blunts with the technician of electrician\nI don't got a pot to piss in but still spend my last on hydroglycerin\n\nI keep it live, no jive, rolling dutches\nThat's Masters like the Furious Five\nI keep your crew chinky-eyed, for bitches actin' dog\n(Can you hit it from the back?)\nWhy not? While we toke on this (I can feel it)\n\n(I can feel it)\nYo, yo, you ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)\nYou ready to knock this nigga out? (Whatever, man)\nYo, you ready to get this chedda? (Whatever, man)\nYou ready to start this shit off? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it)\n\nI smoked with a lot of college students\nMost of 'em wasn't graduating and they knew it\nYou know the weed slang? 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(Huh)\n[01:22.36] I ace them blunts with the technician of electrician\n[01:25.25] I don't got a pot to piss in but still spend my last on hydroglycerin\n[01:29.75] I keep it live, no jive, rolling dutches\n[01:32.00] That's Masters like the Furious Five\n[01:34.07] I keep your crew chinky-eyed, for bitches actin' dog\n[01:37.32] (Can you hit it from the back?)\n[01:38.57] Why not? While we toke on this (I can feel it)\n[01:40.74] \n[01:50.03] (I can feel it)\n[01:50.78] Yo, yo, you ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)\n[01:53.81] You ready to knock this nigga out? (Whatever, man)\n[01:56.64] Yo, you ready to get this chedda? (Whatever, man)\n[01:59.42] You ready to start this shit off? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it)\n[02:02.11] I smoked with a lot of college students\n[02:05.16] Most of 'em wasn't graduating and they knew it\n[02:08.06] You know the weed slang? 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(Whatever, man)\n  A yo (whatever, man)\n  (I can feel it) check it, Kool V\n  I keeps it bangin', keep it swangin', Mike type of sangin' (yeah)\n  Ooh, la, la, la (so what ya sayin'?)\n\n  Yo, I'm smokin' herbals 'til it hurts you\n  I keep your daughter way out past her curfew\n  Hard, far from commercial (so whatcha mean, nigga?)\n  We don't give a fuck when we smoked out\n  In the land that's doped out\n  (It's like that?) No doubt\n  From this bomb weed, I cop from the streets\n  Get you open like buttcheeks from girls who be freaks\n  Ayo, can I be SWV? (You the One, nigga)\n  Rap Shogun, yes, E the one\n\n  Yo, I'm rolling with a 40 pack of niggas\n  Get my weed from Branson 'cause his sack's bigger\n  Yo, give me dap, nigga\n  What I clap lyrically tap call back\n  Ferocious, causing comatoses to collapse\n  So chinky-eyed I see people waving on a map\n  I make it hotter than your thermostats\n  Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me\n  Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert\n\n  Your boombox better form a union\n  'Cause I leave your circuits overworked, word bond\n  Niggas front like they want it\n  But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin' blunted\n  Damn nigga, you cool at what you spittin'\n  So why you holding the blunt so long politickin'? (Huh)\n  I ace them blunts with the technician of electrician\n  I don't got a pot to piss in but still spend my last on hydroglycerin\n\n  I keep it live, no jive, rolling dutches\n  That's Masters like the Furious Five\n  I keep your crew chinky-eyed, for bitches actin' dog\n  (Can you hit it from the back?)\n  Why not? While we toke on this (I can feel it)\n\n  (I can feel it)\n  Yo, yo, you ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)\n  You ready to knock this nigga out? (Whatever, man)\n  Yo, you ready to get this chedda? (Whatever, man)\n  You ready to start this shit off? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it)\n\n  I smoked with a lot of college students\n  Most of 'em wasn't graduating and they knew it\n  You know the weed slang? Yeah, boy, I speak it fluent\n  I light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark\n  Bigger they come, harder they fall\n  That goes for knuckleheads, MCs, pussy walls and all\n  I lit my first L before I started to crawl\n  I got my ass whooped when I had my first brawl\n\n  But things changed since I was 12 years old\n  I specialize in wreckin' mics and area codes now\n  PPP, the kinda niggas that'll bug with ya\n  Smoke bud with ya, later on stick a slug in ya\n  Everything that's light green ain't the bomb, bitch\n  I got different forms to make you lose your calm, bitch\n  Read my lips, you ain't hittin' unless you got\n  Ten on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher (I can feel it)\n\n  You ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)\n  You ready to rob this nigga? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it)\n  You ready to fuck, bitch? (Whatever, man)\n  You ready to guzzle this liquor? 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(So what cha sayin)\n\nOne: Redman, Sermon\n\nYo, I'm smokin herbals till it hurts you\nI keep your daughter way out past her curfew\nHard far from commercial\n(So what cha mean nigga)\nWe don't give a fuck when we smoked out\nIn the land that's doped out (it's like that?) no doubt\nFrom this bomb weed, I cock from the streets\nGet you open like buttcheeks, from girls who be freaks\nAiyyo, can I be SWV?\nYou the One nigga\nRap Shogun, yes E the one\nYo, I'm rollin with a forty pack of niggaz\nGet my weed from Branson cause his sack's bigger\nYo give me dap nigga\nWhat I clap lyrically tap call back\nFerocious causin comatoses to collapse\nSo chinky eyed I see people wavin on a map\nI make it hotter than your thermostats (beep beep beep beep)\nBomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me\nFunk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert\nYour boombox better form a union\nCause I leave your circus overworked, word bond\nNiggaz front like they want it\nBut I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin blunted\nDamn nigga you cool at what you spittin\nSo why you holdin the blunt so long politickin\nHuh, I ace them blunts with the technician\nof electrician, I don't got a pot to piss in\nBut still spend my last on hyrdroglycerin\nI keep it live no jive rollin Dutches\nthat's Masters like the Furious Five\nI, keep your crew chinky eyed, for bitches actin dog\n(Can you hit it from the back?) Why not, while we toke on this\n\nwoman moaning (ohhh daddy... aiyeee)\n(Sermon and Red harmonizing)\n\n(Red) Yo, you ready to roll this weed up?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n(Red) You ready to knock this nigga out?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n(Red) Yo, you ready to get this chedda?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n(Red) You ready to start this shit off?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n\nTwo: Redman\n\nI smoked with a lot of college, students\nMost of em, wasn't graduatin and they knew it\nYou know the weed slang? Yeah boy I speak it fluent\nI light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark\nBigger they come, harder they fall\nThat goes for, knuckleheads, MC's, pussy walls and all\nI lit my first L before I started to crawl\nI got my ass whupped when I had my first brawl\nBut things changed since I was twelve years old\nI specialize in wreckin mics and area codes\nNow, PPP the kinda niggaz that'll bug witcha\nSmoke bud witcha, later on stick a sluginya\nEverything that's like green ain't the bomb bitch\nI got different forms to make you lose your calm bitch\nRead my lips, you ain't hittin unless you got\nTen on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher\n\n(Red) You ready to roll this weed up?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n(Red) You ready to rob this niga?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n(Red) You ready to fuck bitch?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n(Red) You ready to guzzle this liquor?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n\n(E Dub harmonizing again)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Whateva Man (LP version)\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Whateva Man\n  duration_ms: 194707\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  woman moans\n  (E Dub) Microphone check one two\n  Aiyyo, you ready to get down man?\n  (Red) Yo, whateva man\n  (E Dub) You ready to get drunk as fuck?\n  (Red) Whateva man\n  (E Dub) You, you sayin somethin?\n  (Red) Whateva man\n  (E Dub) Aiyyo\n  (Red) Whateva man\n  (E Dub) Check it, Kool V\n\n  (I keeps it bangin, keep it swangin\n  Mike type of sangin) Ohh-la-la-la! (So what cha sayin)\n\n  One: Redman, Sermon\n\n  Yo, I'm smokin herbals till it hurts you\n  I keep your daughter way out past her curfew\n  Hard far from commercial\n  (So what cha mean nigga)\n  We don't give a fuck when we smoked out\n  In the land that's doped out (it's like that?) no doubt\n  From this bomb weed, I cock from the streets\n  Get you open like buttcheeks, from girls who be freaks\n  Aiyyo, can I be SWV?\n  You the One nigga\n  Rap Shogun, yes E the one\n  Yo, I'm rollin with a forty pack of niggaz\n  Get my weed from Branson cause his sack's bigger\n  Yo give me dap nigga\n  What I clap lyrically tap call back\n  Ferocious causin comatoses to collapse\n  So chinky eyed I see people wavin on a map\n  I make it hotter than your thermostats (beep beep beep beep)\n  Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me\n  Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert\n  Your boombox better form a union\n  Cause I leave your circus overworked, word bond\n  Niggaz front like they want it\n  But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin blunted\n  Damn nigga you cool at what you spittin\n  So why you holdin the blunt so long politickin\n  Huh, I ace them blunts with the technician\n  of electrician, I don't got a pot to piss in\n  But still spend my last on hyrdroglycerin\n  I keep it live no jive rollin Dutches\n  that's Masters like the Furious Five\n  I, keep your crew chinky eyed, for bitches actin dog\n  (Can you hit it from the back?) Why not, while we toke on this\n\n  woman moaning (ohhh daddy... aiyeee)\n  (Sermon and Red harmonizing)\n\n  (Red) Yo, you ready to roll this weed up?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n  (Red) You ready to knock this nigga out?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n  (Red) Yo, you ready to get this chedda?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n  (Red) You ready to start this shit off?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n\n  Two: Redman\n\n  I smoked with a lot of college, students\n  Most of em, wasn't graduatin and they knew it\n  You know the weed slang? Yeah boy I speak it fluent\n  I light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark\n  Bigger they come, harder they fall\n  That goes for, knuckleheads, MC's, pussy walls and all\n  I lit my first L before I started to crawl\n  I got my ass whupped when I had my first brawl\n  But things changed since I was twelve years old\n  I specialize in wreckin mics and area codes\n  Now, PPP the kinda niggaz that'll bug witcha\n  Smoke bud witcha, later on stick a sluginya\n  Everything that's like green ain't the bomb bitch\n  I got different forms to make you lose your calm bitch\n  Read my lips, you ain't hittin unless you got\n  Ten on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher\n\n  (Red) You ready to roll this weed up?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n  (Red) You ready to rob this niga?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n  (Red) You ready to fuck bitch?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n  (Red) You ready to guzzle this liquor?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n\n  (E Dub harmonizing again)\n"},{"id":17300491,"name":"Whateva Man (LP version)","trackName":"Whateva Man (LP version)","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Whateva Man","duration":214.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"woman moans\n(E Dub) Microphone check one two\nAiyyo, you ready to get down man?\n(Red) Yo, whateva man\n(E Dub) You ready to get drunk as fuck?\n(Red) Whateva man\n(E Dub) You, you sayin somethin?\n(Red) Whateva man\n(E Dub) Aiyyo\n(Red) Whateva man\n(E Dub) Check it, Kool V\n\n(I keeps it bangin, keep it swangin\nMike type of sangin) Ohh-la-la-la! (So what cha sayin)\n\nOne: Redman, Sermon\n\nYo, I'm smokin herbals till it hurts you\nI keep your daughter way out past her curfew\nHard far from commercial\n(So what cha mean nigga)\nWe don't give a fuck when we smoked out\nIn the land that's doped out (it's like that?) no doubt\nFrom this bomb weed, I cock from the streets\nGet you open like buttcheeks, from girls who be freaks\nAiyyo, can I be SWV?\nYou the One nigga\nRap Shogun, yes E the one\nYo, I'm rollin with a forty pack of niggaz\nGet my weed from Branson cause his sack's bigger\nYo give me dap nigga\nWhat I clap lyrically tap call back\nFerocious causin comatoses to collapse\nSo chinky eyed I see people wavin on a map\nI make it hotter than your thermostats (beep beep beep beep)\nBomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me\nFunk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert\nYour boombox better form a union\nCause I leave your circus overworked, word bond\nNiggaz front like they want it\nBut I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin blunted\nDamn nigga you cool at what you spittin\nSo why you holdin the blunt so long politickin\nHuh, I ace them blunts with the technician\nof electrician, I don't got a pot to piss in\nBut still spend my last on hyrdroglycerin\nI keep it live no jive rollin Dutches\nthat's Masters like the Furious Five\nI, keep your crew chinky eyed, for bitches actin dog\n(Can you hit it from the back?) Why not, while we toke on this\n\nwoman moaning (ohhh daddy... aiyeee)\n(Sermon and Red harmonizing)\n\n(Red) Yo, you ready to roll this weed up?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n(Red) You ready to knock this nigga out?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n(Red) Yo, you ready to get this chedda?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n(Red) You ready to start this shit off?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n\nTwo: Redman\n\nI smoked with a lot of college, students\nMost of em, wasn't graduatin and they knew it\nYou know the weed slang? Yeah boy I speak it fluent\nI light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark\nBigger they come, harder they fall\nThat goes for, knuckleheads, MC's, pussy walls and all\nI lit my first L before I started to crawl\nI got my ass whupped when I had my first brawl\nBut things changed since I was twelve years old\nI specialize in wreckin mics and area codes\nNow, PPP the kinda niggaz that'll bug witcha\nSmoke bud witcha, later on stick a sluginya\nEverything that's like green ain't the bomb bitch\nI got different forms to make you lose your calm bitch\nRead my lips, you ain't hittin unless you got\nTen on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher\n\n(Red) You ready to roll this weed up?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n(Red) You ready to rob this niga?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n(Red) You ready to fuck bitch?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n(Red) You ready to guzzle this liquor?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n\n(E Dub harmonizing again)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Whateva Man (LP version)\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Whateva Man\n  duration_ms: 214000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  woman moans\n  (E Dub) Microphone check one two\n  Aiyyo, you ready to get down man?\n  (Red) Yo, whateva man\n  (E Dub) You ready to get drunk as fuck?\n  (Red) Whateva man\n  (E Dub) You, you sayin somethin?\n  (Red) Whateva man\n  (E Dub) Aiyyo\n  (Red) Whateva man\n  (E Dub) Check it, Kool V\n\n  (I keeps it bangin, keep it swangin\n  Mike type of sangin) Ohh-la-la-la! (So what cha sayin)\n\n  One: Redman, Sermon\n\n  Yo, I'm smokin herbals till it hurts you\n  I keep your daughter way out past her curfew\n  Hard far from commercial\n  (So what cha mean nigga)\n  We don't give a fuck when we smoked out\n  In the land that's doped out (it's like that?) no doubt\n  From this bomb weed, I cock from the streets\n  Get you open like buttcheeks, from girls who be freaks\n  Aiyyo, can I be SWV?\n  You the One nigga\n  Rap Shogun, yes E the one\n  Yo, I'm rollin with a forty pack of niggaz\n  Get my weed from Branson cause his sack's bigger\n  Yo give me dap nigga\n  What I clap lyrically tap call back\n  Ferocious causin comatoses to collapse\n  So chinky eyed I see people wavin on a map\n  I make it hotter than your thermostats (beep beep beep beep)\n  Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me\n  Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert\n  Your boombox better form a union\n  Cause I leave your circus overworked, word bond\n  Niggaz front like they want it\n  But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin blunted\n  Damn nigga you cool at what you spittin\n  So why you holdin the blunt so long politickin\n  Huh, I ace them blunts with the technician\n  of electrician, I don't got a pot to piss in\n  But still spend my last on hyrdroglycerin\n  I keep it live no jive rollin Dutches\n  that's Masters like the Furious Five\n  I, keep your crew chinky eyed, for bitches actin dog\n  (Can you hit it from the back?) Why not, while we toke on this\n\n  woman moaning (ohhh daddy... aiyeee)\n  (Sermon and Red harmonizing)\n\n  (Red) Yo, you ready to roll this weed up?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n  (Red) You ready to knock this nigga out?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n  (Red) Yo, you ready to get this chedda?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n  (Red) You ready to start this shit off?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n\n  Two: Redman\n\n  I smoked with a lot of college, students\n  Most of em, wasn't graduatin and they knew it\n  You know the weed slang? Yeah boy I speak it fluent\n  I light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark\n  Bigger they come, harder they fall\n  That goes for, knuckleheads, MC's, pussy walls and all\n  I lit my first L before I started to crawl\n  I got my ass whupped when I had my first brawl\n  But things changed since I was twelve years old\n  I specialize in wreckin mics and area codes\n  Now, PPP the kinda niggaz that'll bug witcha\n  Smoke bud witcha, later on stick a sluginya\n  Everything that's like green ain't the bomb bitch\n  I got different forms to make you lose your calm bitch\n  Read my lips, you ain't hittin unless you got\n  Ten on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher\n\n  (Red) You ready to roll this weed up?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n  (Red) You ready to rob this niga?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n  (Red) You ready to fuck bitch?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n  (Red) You ready to guzzle this liquor?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n\n  (E Dub harmonizing again)\n"},{"id":9362130,"name":"Whateva Man (radio edit)","trackName":"Whateva Man (radio edit)","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Whateva Man","duration":215.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"woman moans\n(E Dub) Microphone check one two\nAiyyo, you ready to get down man?\n(Red) Yo, whateva man\n(E Dub) You ready to get drunk as fuck?\n(Red) Whateva man\n(E Dub) You, you sayin somethin?\n(Red) Whateva man\n(E Dub) Aiyyo\n(Red) Whateva man\n(E Dub) Check it, Kool V\n\n(I keeps it bangin, keep it swangin\nMike type of sangin) Ohh-la-la-la! (So what cha sayin)\n\nOne: Redman, Sermon\n\nYo, I'm smokin herbals till it hurts you\nI keep your daughter way out past her curfew\nHard far from commercial\n(So what cha mean nigga)\nWe don't give a fuck when we smoked out\nIn the land that's doped out (it's like that?) no doubt\nFrom this bomb weed, I cock from the streets\nGet you open like buttcheeks, from girls who be freaks\nAiyyo, can I be SWV?\nYou the One nigga\nRap Shogun, yes E the one\nYo, I'm rollin with a forty pack of niggaz\nGet my weed from Branson cause his sack's bigger\nYo give me dap nigga\nWhat I clap lyrically tap call back\nFerocious causin comatoses to collapse\nSo chinky eyed I see people wavin on a map\nI make it hotter than your thermostats (beep beep beep beep)\nBomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me\nFunk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert\nYour boombox better form a union\nCause I leave your circus overworked, word bond\nNiggaz front like they want it\nBut I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin blunted\nDamn nigga you cool at what you spittin\nSo why you holdin the blunt so long politickin\nHuh, I ace them blunts with the technician\nof electrician, I don't got a pot to piss in\nBut still spend my last on hyrdroglycerin\nI keep it live no jive rollin Dutches\nthat's Masters like the Furious Five\nI, keep your crew chinky eyed, for bitches actin dog\n(Can you hit it from the back?) Why not, while we toke on this\n\nwoman moaning (ohhh daddy... aiyeee)\n(Sermon and Red harmonizing)\n\n(Red) Yo, you ready to roll this weed up?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n(Red) You ready to knock this nigga out?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n(Red) Yo, you ready to get this chedda?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n(Red) You ready to start this shit off?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n\nTwo: Redman\n\nI smoked with a lot of college, students\nMost of em, wasn't graduatin and they knew it\nYou know the weed slang? Yeah boy I speak it fluent\nI light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark\nBigger they come, harder they fall\nThat goes for, knuckleheads, MC's, pussy walls and all\nI lit my first L before I started to crawl\nI got my ass whupped when I had my first brawl\nBut things changed since I was twelve years old\nI specialize in wreckin mics and area codes\nNow, PPP the kinda niggaz that'll bug witcha\nSmoke bud witcha, later on stick a sluginya\nEverything that's like green ain't the bomb bitch\nI got different forms to make you lose your calm bitch\nRead my lips, you ain't hittin unless you got\nTen on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher\n\n(Red) You ready to roll this weed up?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n(Red) You ready to rob this niga?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n(Red) You ready to fuck bitch?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n(Red) You ready to guzzle this liquor?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n\n(E Dub harmonizing again)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Whateva Man (radio edit)\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Whateva Man\n  duration_ms: 215000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  woman moans\n  (E Dub) Microphone check one two\n  Aiyyo, you ready to get down man?\n  (Red) Yo, whateva man\n  (E Dub) You ready to get drunk as fuck?\n  (Red) Whateva man\n  (E Dub) You, you sayin somethin?\n  (Red) Whateva man\n  (E Dub) Aiyyo\n  (Red) Whateva man\n  (E Dub) Check it, Kool V\n\n  (I keeps it bangin, keep it swangin\n  Mike type of sangin) Ohh-la-la-la! (So what cha sayin)\n\n  One: Redman, Sermon\n\n  Yo, I'm smokin herbals till it hurts you\n  I keep your daughter way out past her curfew\n  Hard far from commercial\n  (So what cha mean nigga)\n  We don't give a fuck when we smoked out\n  In the land that's doped out (it's like that?) no doubt\n  From this bomb weed, I cock from the streets\n  Get you open like buttcheeks, from girls who be freaks\n  Aiyyo, can I be SWV?\n  You the One nigga\n  Rap Shogun, yes E the one\n  Yo, I'm rollin with a forty pack of niggaz\n  Get my weed from Branson cause his sack's bigger\n  Yo give me dap nigga\n  What I clap lyrically tap call back\n  Ferocious causin comatoses to collapse\n  So chinky eyed I see people wavin on a map\n  I make it hotter than your thermostats (beep beep beep beep)\n  Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me\n  Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert\n  Your boombox better form a union\n  Cause I leave your circus overworked, word bond\n  Niggaz front like they want it\n  But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin blunted\n  Damn nigga you cool at what you spittin\n  So why you holdin the blunt so long politickin\n  Huh, I ace them blunts with the technician\n  of electrician, I don't got a pot to piss in\n  But still spend my last on hyrdroglycerin\n  I keep it live no jive rollin Dutches\n  that's Masters like the Furious Five\n  I, keep your crew chinky eyed, for bitches actin dog\n  (Can you hit it from the back?) Why not, while we toke on this\n\n  woman moaning (ohhh daddy... aiyeee)\n  (Sermon and Red harmonizing)\n\n  (Red) Yo, you ready to roll this weed up?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n  (Red) You ready to knock this nigga out?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n  (Red) Yo, you ready to get this chedda?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n  (Red) You ready to start this shit off?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n\n  Two: Redman\n\n  I smoked with a lot of college, students\n  Most of em, wasn't graduatin and they knew it\n  You know the weed slang? Yeah boy I speak it fluent\n  I light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark\n  Bigger they come, harder they fall\n  That goes for, knuckleheads, MC's, pussy walls and all\n  I lit my first L before I started to crawl\n  I got my ass whupped when I had my first brawl\n  But things changed since I was twelve years old\n  I specialize in wreckin mics and area codes\n  Now, PPP the kinda niggaz that'll bug witcha\n  Smoke bud witcha, later on stick a sluginya\n  Everything that's like green ain't the bomb bitch\n  I got different forms to make you lose your calm bitch\n  Read my lips, you ain't hittin unless you got\n  Ten on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher\n\n  (Red) You ready to roll this weed up?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n  (Red) You ready to rob this niga?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n  (Red) You ready to fuck bitch?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n  (Red) You ready to guzzle this liquor?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n\n  (E Dub harmonizing again)\n"},{"id":33490068,"name":"Whateva Man (LP version)","trackName":"Whateva Man (LP version)","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Whateva Man","duration":239.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"woman moans\n(E Dub) Microphone check one two\nAiyyo, you ready to get down man?\n(Red) Yo, whateva man\n(E Dub) You ready to get drunk as fuck?\n(Red) Whateva man\n(E Dub) You, you sayin somethin?\n(Red) Whateva man\n(E Dub) Aiyyo\n(Red) Whateva man\n(E Dub) Check it, Kool V\n\n(I keeps it bangin, keep it swangin\nMike type of sangin) Ohh-la-la-la! (So what cha sayin)\n\nOne: Redman, Sermon\n\nYo, I'm smokin herbals till it hurts you\nI keep your daughter way out past her curfew\nHard far from commercial\n(So what cha mean nigga)\nWe don't give a fuck when we smoked out\nIn the land that's doped out (it's like that?) no doubt\nFrom this bomb weed, I cock from the streets\nGet you open like buttcheeks, from girls who be freaks\nAiyyo, can I be SWV?\nYou the One nigga\nRap Shogun, yes E the one\nYo, I'm rollin with a forty pack of niggaz\nGet my weed from Branson cause his sack's bigger\nYo give me dap nigga\nWhat I clap lyrically tap call back\nFerocious causin comatoses to collapse\nSo chinky eyed I see people wavin on a map\nI make it hotter than your thermostats (beep beep beep beep)\nBomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me\nFunk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert\nYour boombox better form a union\nCause I leave your circus overworked, word bond\nNiggaz front like they want it\nBut I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin blunted\nDamn nigga you cool at what you spittin\nSo why you holdin the blunt so long politickin\nHuh, I ace them blunts with the technician\nof electrician, I don't got a pot to piss in\nBut still spend my last on hyrdroglycerin\nI keep it live no jive rollin Dutches\nthat's Masters like the Furious Five\nI, keep your crew chinky eyed, for bitches actin dog\n(Can you hit it from the back?) Why not, while we toke on this\n\nwoman moaning (ohhh daddy... aiyeee)\n(Sermon and Red harmonizing)\n\n(Red) Yo, you ready to roll this weed up?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n(Red) You ready to knock this nigga out?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n(Red) Yo, you ready to get this chedda?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n(Red) You ready to start this shit off?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n\nTwo: Redman\n\nI smoked with a lot of college, students\nMost of em, wasn't graduatin and they knew it\nYou know the weed slang? Yeah boy I speak it fluent\nI light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark\nBigger they come, harder they fall\nThat goes for, knuckleheads, MC's, pussy walls and all\nI lit my first L before I started to crawl\nI got my ass whupped when I had my first brawl\nBut things changed since I was twelve years old\nI specialize in wreckin mics and area codes\nNow, PPP the kinda niggaz that'll bug witcha\nSmoke bud witcha, later on stick a sluginya\nEverything that's like green ain't the bomb bitch\nI got different forms to make you lose your calm bitch\nRead my lips, you ain't hittin unless you got\nTen on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher\n\n(Red) You ready to roll this weed up?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n(Red) You ready to rob this niga?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n(Red) You ready to fuck bitch?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n(Red) You ready to guzzle this liquor?\n(E Dub) Whateva man\n\n(E Dub harmonizing again)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Whateva Man (LP version)\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Whateva Man\n  duration_ms: 239000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  woman moans\n  (E Dub) Microphone check one two\n  Aiyyo, you ready to get down man?\n  (Red) Yo, whateva man\n  (E Dub) You ready to get drunk as fuck?\n  (Red) Whateva man\n  (E Dub) You, you sayin somethin?\n  (Red) Whateva man\n  (E Dub) Aiyyo\n  (Red) Whateva man\n  (E Dub) Check it, Kool V\n\n  (I keeps it bangin, keep it swangin\n  Mike type of sangin) Ohh-la-la-la! (So what cha sayin)\n\n  One: Redman, Sermon\n\n  Yo, I'm smokin herbals till it hurts you\n  I keep your daughter way out past her curfew\n  Hard far from commercial\n  (So what cha mean nigga)\n  We don't give a fuck when we smoked out\n  In the land that's doped out (it's like that?) no doubt\n  From this bomb weed, I cock from the streets\n  Get you open like buttcheeks, from girls who be freaks\n  Aiyyo, can I be SWV?\n  You the One nigga\n  Rap Shogun, yes E the one\n  Yo, I'm rollin with a forty pack of niggaz\n  Get my weed from Branson cause his sack's bigger\n  Yo give me dap nigga\n  What I clap lyrically tap call back\n  Ferocious causin comatoses to collapse\n  So chinky eyed I see people wavin on a map\n  I make it hotter than your thermostats (beep beep beep beep)\n  Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me\n  Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert\n  Your boombox better form a union\n  Cause I leave your circus overworked, word bond\n  Niggaz front like they want it\n  But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin blunted\n  Damn nigga you cool at what you spittin\n  So why you holdin the blunt so long politickin\n  Huh, I ace them blunts with the technician\n  of electrician, I don't got a pot to piss in\n  But still spend my last on hyrdroglycerin\n  I keep it live no jive rollin Dutches\n  that's Masters like the Furious Five\n  I, keep your crew chinky eyed, for bitches actin dog\n  (Can you hit it from the back?) Why not, while we toke on this\n\n  woman moaning (ohhh daddy... aiyeee)\n  (Sermon and Red harmonizing)\n\n  (Red) Yo, you ready to roll this weed up?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n  (Red) You ready to knock this nigga out?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n  (Red) Yo, you ready to get this chedda?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n  (Red) You ready to start this shit off?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n\n  Two: Redman\n\n  I smoked with a lot of college, students\n  Most of em, wasn't graduatin and they knew it\n  You know the weed slang? Yeah boy I speak it fluent\n  I light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark\n  Bigger they come, harder they fall\n  That goes for, knuckleheads, MC's, pussy walls and all\n  I lit my first L before I started to crawl\n  I got my ass whupped when I had my first brawl\n  But things changed since I was twelve years old\n  I specialize in wreckin mics and area codes\n  Now, PPP the kinda niggaz that'll bug witcha\n  Smoke bud witcha, later on stick a sluginya\n  Everything that's like green ain't the bomb bitch\n  I got different forms to make you lose your calm bitch\n  Read my lips, you ain't hittin unless you got\n  Ten on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher\n\n  (Red) You ready to roll this weed up?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n  (Red) You ready to rob this niga?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n  (Red) You ready to fuck bitch?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n  (Red) You ready to guzzle this liquor?\n  (E Dub) Whateva man\n\n  (E Dub harmonizing again)\n"},{"id":37958154,"name":"Whateva Man","trackName":"Whateva Man","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Best of Redman","duration":189.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Microphone check, one, two (I can feel it)\nA yo, you ready to get down man? (Yo, whatever, man)\nYou ready to get drunk as fuck? (Whatever, man)\nYou, you sayin somethin'? (Whatever, man)\nA yo (whatever, man)\n(I can feel it) check it, Kool V\nI keeps it bangin', keep it swangin', Mike type of sangin' (yeah)\nOoh, la, la, la (so what ya sayin'?)\n\nYo, I'm smokin' herbals 'til it hurts you\nI keep your daughter way out past her curfew\nHard, far from commercial (so whatcha mean, nigga?)\nWe don't give a fuck when we smoked out\nIn the land that's doped out\n(It's like that?) No doubt\nFrom this bomb weed, I cop from the streets\nGet you open like buttcheeks from girls who be freaks\nAyo, can I be SWV? (You the One, nigga)\nRap Shogun, yes, E the one\n\nYo, I'm rolling with a 40 pack of niggas\nGet my weed from Branson 'cause his sack's bigger\nYo, give me dap, nigga\nWhat I clap lyrically tap call back\nFerocious, causing comatoses to collapse\nSo chinky-eyed I see people waving on a map\nI make it hotter than your thermostats\nBomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me\nFunk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert\n\nYour boombox better form a union\n'Cause I leave your circuits overworked, word bond\nNiggas front like they want it\nBut I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin' blunted\nDamn nigga, you cool at what you spittin'\nSo why you holding the blunt so long politickin'? (Huh)\nI ace them blunts with the technician of electrician\nI don't got a pot to piss in but still spend my last on hydroglycerin\n\nI keep it live, no jive, rolling dutches\nThat's Masters like the Furious Five\nI keep your crew chinky-eyed, for bitches actin' dog\n(Can you hit it from the back?)\nWhy not? While we toke on this (I can feel it)\n\n(I can feel it)\nYo, yo, you ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)\nYou ready to knock this nigga out? (Whatever, man)\nYo, you ready to get this chedda? (Whatever, man)\nYou ready to start this shit off? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it)\n\nI smoked with a lot of college students\nMost of 'em wasn't graduating and they knew it\nYou know the weed slang? Yeah, boy, I speak it fluent\nI light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark\nBigger they come, harder they fall\nThat goes for knuckleheads, MCs, pussy walls and all\nI lit my first L before I started to crawl\nI got my ass whooped when I had my first brawl\n\nBut things changed since I was 12 years old\nI specialize in wreckin' mics and area codes now\nPPP, the kinda niggas that'll bug with ya\nSmoke bud with ya, later on stick a slug in ya\nEverything that's light green ain't the bomb, bitch\nI got different forms to make you lose your calm, bitch\nRead my lips, you ain't hittin' unless you got\nTen on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher (I can feel it)\n\nYou ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)\nYou ready to rob this nigga? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it)\nYou ready to fuck, bitch? (Whatever, man)\nYou ready to guzzle this liquor? 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(Whatever, man)\n  start_ms: 166910\n  end_ms: 169400\n- text: You ready to rob this nigga? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it)\n  start_ms: 169400\n  end_ms: 172060\n- text: You ready to fuck, bitch? (Whatever, man)\n  start_ms: 172060\n  end_ms: 174860\n- text: You ready to guzzle this liquor? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it)\n  start_ms: 174860\n  end_ms: 179040\n- text: Whatever, man\n  start_ms: 179040\n  end_ms: 181710\n- text: Whatever, man (I can feel it)\n  start_ms: 181710\n  end_ms: 184580\n- text: Whatever, man\n  start_ms: 184580\n  end_ms: 187220\n- text: Whatever, man (I can feel it)\n  start_ms: 187220\n  end_ms: 188720\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 188720\nplain: |-\n  Microphone check, one, two (I can feel it)\n  A yo, you ready to get down man? (Yo, whatever, man)\n  You ready to get drunk as fuck? (Whatever, man)\n  You, you sayin somethin'? (Whatever, man)\n  A yo (whatever, man)\n  (I can feel it) check it, Kool V\n  I keeps it bangin', keep it swangin', Mike type of sangin' (yeah)\n  Ooh, la, la, la (so what ya sayin'?)\n\n  Yo, I'm smokin' herbals 'til it hurts you\n  I keep your daughter way out past her curfew\n  Hard, far from commercial (so whatcha mean, nigga?)\n  We don't give a fuck when we smoked out\n  In the land that's doped out\n  (It's like that?) No doubt\n  From this bomb weed, I cop from the streets\n  Get you open like buttcheeks from girls who be freaks\n  Ayo, can I be SWV? (You the One, nigga)\n  Rap Shogun, yes, E the one\n\n  Yo, I'm rolling with a 40 pack of niggas\n  Get my weed from Branson 'cause his sack's bigger\n  Yo, give me dap, nigga\n  What I clap lyrically tap call back\n  Ferocious, causing comatoses to collapse\n  So chinky-eyed I see people waving on a map\n  I make it hotter than your thermostats\n  Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me\n  Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert\n\n  Your boombox better form a union\n  'Cause I leave your circuits overworked, word bond\n  Niggas front like they want it\n  But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin' blunted\n  Damn nigga, you cool at what you spittin'\n  So why you holding the blunt so long politickin'? (Huh)\n  I ace them blunts with the technician of electrician\n  I don't got a pot to piss in but still spend my last on hydroglycerin\n\n  I keep it live, no jive, rolling dutches\n  That's Masters like the Furious Five\n  I keep your crew chinky-eyed, for bitches actin' dog\n  (Can you hit it from the back?)\n  Why not? While we toke on this (I can feel it)\n\n  (I can feel it)\n  Yo, yo, you ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)\n  You ready to knock this nigga out? (Whatever, man)\n  Yo, you ready to get this chedda? (Whatever, man)\n  You ready to start this shit off? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it)\n\n  I smoked with a lot of college students\n  Most of 'em wasn't graduating and they knew it\n  You know the weed slang? 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Ain't nobody hittin for free\n\nIt's just E Doubl-E, Keith Murray, and me\nIt cost twenty if you're down with it\nAiyyo son I ride around with my hooptie tinted\nTo ride around blitted\n\n'Cause I be feenin for that pookie\nI smoke the good shhh, save the backyard boogie for all groupies\nAnd I be, smokin up the hotel lobby\nBetween mo' sheets than the Isleys, I'm high G\n\nI'm holdin it down for the B-Rrrah-I-C\nK, blaze, tell you to get bluhh politely\n(Hit the funky if you're riding around gettin blitz)\nAsk me if I love the rap game I, I'm loving it\n\n'Cause I can do what the oww-uck I feel is real\nBlaze the poot with D. Don and tell UHH to get the dillz\n\nI smoke on and on on, ya don't stop\nI'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop\nTo all my real dogs, all my real pals\nWho ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt\n\nI smoke on and on on, ya don't stop\nI'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop\nTo all my real dogs, all my real pals\nWho ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt\n\nI just love tokin, blackin out like Tame in the open\nOf course I got the raw dog no need to stick your nose in\nGave you a straight up shotgun when we was smokin\nFroze you so fast -- you looked it like Madonna Vogue-in\n\nAwwwwuhhhhH! I got the shhh to get your whole click high\nWe can get high, but act funny and I'ma whip out\nAnd they gon' whip out, and blow notes like Michel'le\nCause you tried to jump the cipher and it goes thiswayy\n\n(Singing) Smoke buddha, smoke buddha\n\nThe song you're about to hear, is sponsored by\nNASssWIPP\nNiggaz against smokin weed in public places\nA subdivision of IKSRFO\nI'm knockin somebody right the fuck out!","syncedLyrics":"[00:18.98] Aiyyo, I got a slight problem I smoke weed too much\n[00:22.07] Knees buckle the -uck up when I'm splittin my dutch\n[00:24.75] Back up back up! Ain't nobody hittin for free\n[00:27.29] It's just E Doubl-E, Keith Murray, and me\n[00:30.33] It cost twenty if you're down with it\n[00:32.27] Aiyyo son I ride around with my hooptie tinted\n[00:35.56] To ride around blitted\n[00:36.75] 'Cause I be feenin for that pookie\n[00:38.43] I smoke the good shhh, save the backyard boogie for all groupies\n[00:41.95] And I be, smokin up the hotel lobby\n[00:44.34] Between mo' sheets than the Isleys, I'm high G\n[00:47.80] I'm holdin it down for the B-Rrrah-I-C\n[00:50.16] K, blaze, tell you to get bluhh politely\n[00:53.27] (Hit the funky if you're riding around gettin blitz)\n[00:56.01] Ask me if I love the rap game I, I'm loving it\n[00:58.88] 'Cause I can do what the oww-uck I feel is real\n[01:00.95] Blaze the poot with D. Don and tell UHH to get the dillz\n[01:03.81] I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop\n[01:06.53] I'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop\n[01:09.81] To all my real dogs, all my real pals\n[01:12.57] Who ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt\n[01:15.10] I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop\n[01:17.59] I'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop\n[01:20.50] To all my real dogs, all my real pals\n[01:23.53] Who ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt\n[01:26.03] I just love tokin, blackin out like Tame in the open\n[01:29.18] Of course I got the raw dog no need to stick your nose in\n[01:32.15] Gave you a straight up shotgun when we was smokin\n[01:34.94] Froze you so fast -- you looked it like Madonna Vogue-in\n[01:38.20] AwwwwuhhhhH! I got the shhh to get your whole click high\n[01:40.19] We can get high, but act funny and I'ma whip out\n[01:42.92] And they gon' whip out, and blow notes like Michel'le\n[01:45.68] Cause you tried to jump the cipher and it goes thiswayy\n[02:12.25] (Singing) Smoke buddha, smoke buddha\n[02:17.52] The song you're about to hear, is sponsored by\n[02:22.81] NASssWIPP\n[02:24.22] Niggaz against smokin weed in public places\n[02:27.69] A subdivision of IKSRFO\n[02:31.87] I'm knockin somebody right the fuck out!\n[02:34.25] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Redman-Smoke Buddah (Lp Versio\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Whateva Man BW Smoke Buddah VL\n  duration_ms: 154331\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Aiyyo, I got a slight problem I smoke weed too much\n  start_ms: 18980\n  end_ms: 22070\n- text: Knees buckle the -uck up when I'm splittin my dutch\n  start_ms: 22070\n  end_ms: 24750\n- text: Back up back up! 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Ain't nobody hittin for free\n\n  It's just E Doubl-E, Keith Murray, and me\n  It cost twenty if you're down with it\n  Aiyyo son I ride around with my hooptie tinted\n  To ride around blitted\n\n  'Cause I be feenin for that pookie\n  I smoke the good shhh, save the backyard boogie for all groupies\n  And I be, smokin up the hotel lobby\n  Between mo' sheets than the Isleys, I'm high G\n\n  I'm holdin it down for the B-Rrrah-I-C\n  K, blaze, tell you to get bluhh politely\n  (Hit the funky if you're riding around gettin blitz)\n  Ask me if I love the rap game I, I'm loving it\n\n  'Cause I can do what the oww-uck I feel is real\n  Blaze the poot with D. Don and tell UHH to get the dillz\n\n  I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop\n  I'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop\n  To all my real dogs, all my real pals\n  Who ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt\n\n  I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop\n  I'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop\n  To all my real dogs, all my real pals\n  Who ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt\n\n  I just love tokin, blackin out like Tame in the open\n  Of course I got the raw dog no need to stick your nose in\n  Gave you a straight up shotgun when we was smokin\n  Froze you so fast -- you looked it like Madonna Vogue-in\n\n  AwwwwuhhhhH! I got the shhh to get your whole click high\n  We can get high, but act funny and I'ma whip out\n  And they gon' whip out, and blow notes like Michel'le\n  Cause you tried to jump the cipher and it goes thiswayy\n\n  (Singing) Smoke buddha, smoke buddha\n\n  The song you're about to hear, is sponsored by\n  NASssWIPP\n  Niggaz against smokin weed in public places\n  A subdivision of IKSRFO\n  I'm knockin somebody right the fuck out!\n"},{"id":32433952,"name":"Smoke Buddah","trackName":"Smoke Buddah","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Whateva Man","duration":136.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Aiyyo, I got a slight problem I smoke weed too much\nKnees buckle the -uck up when I'm splittin my dutch\nBack up back up! Ain't nobody hittin for free\n\nIt's just E Doubl-E, Keith Murray, and me\nIt cost twenty if you're down with it\nAiyyo son I ride around with my hooptie tinted\nTo ride around blitted\n\n'Cause I be feenin for that pookie\nI smoke the good shhh, save the backyard boogie for all groupies\nAnd I be, smokin up the hotel lobby\nBetween mo' sheets than the Isleys, I'm high G\n\nI'm holdin it down for the B-Rrrah-I-C\nK, blaze, tell you to get bluhh politely\n(Hit the funky if you're riding around gettin blitz)\nAsk me if I love the rap game I, I'm loving it\n\n'Cause I can do what the oww-uck I feel is real\nBlaze the poot with D. Don and tell UHH to get the dillz\n\nI smoke on and on on, ya don't stop\nI'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop\nTo all my real dogs, all my real pals\nWho ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt\n\nI smoke on and on on, ya don't stop\nI'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop\nTo all my real dogs, all my real pals\nWho ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt\n\nI just love tokin, blackin out like Tame in the open\nOf course I got the raw dog no need to stick your nose in\nGave you a straight up shotgun when we was smokin\nFroze you so fast -- you looked it like Madonna Vogue-in\n\nAwwwwuhhhhH! I got the shhh to get your whole click high\nWe can get high, but act funny and I'ma whip out\nAnd they gon' whip out, and blow notes like Michel'le\nCause you tried to jump the cipher and it goes thiswayy\n\n(Singing) Smoke buddha, smoke buddha\n\nThe song you're about to hear, is sponsored by\nNASssWIPP\nNiggaz against smokin weed in public places\nA subdivision of IKSRFO\nI'm knockin somebody right the fuck out!","syncedLyrics":"[00:18.97] Aiyyo, I got a slight problem I smoke weed too much\n[00:22.08] Knees buckle the -uck up when I'm splittin my dutch\n[00:24.78] Back up back up! Ain't nobody hittin for free\n[00:27.20] It's just E Doubl-E, Keith Murray, and me\n[00:30.33] It cost twenty if you're down with it\n[00:32.27] Aiyyo son I ride around with my hooptie tinted\n[00:35.56] To ride around blitted\n[00:36.76] 'Cause I be feenin for that pookie\n[00:38.41] I smoke the good shhh, save the backyard boogie for all groupies\n[00:41.94] And I be, smokin up the hotel lobby\n[00:44.32] Between mo' sheets than the Isleys, I'm high G\n[00:47.87] I'm holdin it down for the B-Rrrah-I-C\n[00:50.11] K, blaze, tell you to get bluhh politely\n[00:53.25] (Hit the funky if you're riding around gettin blitz)\n[00:56.08] Ask me if I love the rap game I, I'm loving it\n[00:58.83] 'Cause I can do what the oww-uck I feel is real\n[01:00.99] Blaze the poot with D. Don and tell UHH to get the dillz\n[01:03.85] I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop\n[01:06.56] I'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop\n[01:09.81] To all my real dogs, all my real pals\n[01:12.58] Who ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt\n[01:15.08] I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop\n[01:17.59] I'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop\n[01:20.42] To all my real dogs, all my real pals\n[01:23.51] Who ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt\n[01:26.02] I just love tokin, blackin out like Tame in the open\n[01:29.19] Of course I got the raw dog no need to stick your nose in\n[01:32.16] Gave you a straight up shotgun when we was smokin\n[01:34.92] Froze you so fast -- you looked it like Madonna Vogue-in\n[01:38.23] AwwwwuhhhhH! I got the shhh to get your whole click high\n[01:40.15] We can get high, but act funny and I'ma whip out\n[01:42.90] And they gon' whip out, and blow notes like Michel'le\n[01:45.61] Cause you tried to jump the cipher and it goes thiswayy\n[02:12.24] (Singing) Smoke buddha, smoke buddha\n[02:17.50] The song you're about to hear, is sponsored by\n[02:22.84] NASssWIPP\n[02:24.22] Niggaz against smokin weed in public places\n[02:27.67] A subdivision of IKSRFO\n[02:31.81] I'm knockin somebody right the fuck out!\n[02:34.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Smoke Buddah\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Whateva Man\n  duration_ms: 136000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Aiyyo, I got a slight problem I smoke weed too much\n  start_ms: 18970\n  end_ms: 22080\n- text: Knees buckle the -uck up when I'm splittin my dutch\n  start_ms: 22080\n  end_ms: 24780\n- text: Back up back up! 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Don and tell UHH to get the dillz\n  start_ms: 60990\n  end_ms: 63850\n- text: I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop\n  start_ms: 63850\n  end_ms: 66560\n- text: I'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop\n  start_ms: 66560\n  end_ms: 69810\n- text: To all my real dogs, all my real pals\n  start_ms: 69810\n  end_ms: 72580\n- text: Who ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt\n  start_ms: 72580\n  end_ms: 75080\n- text: I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop\n  start_ms: 75080\n  end_ms: 77590\n- text: I'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop\n  start_ms: 77590\n  end_ms: 80420\n- text: To all my real dogs, all my real pals\n  start_ms: 80420\n  end_ms: 83510\n- text: Who ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt\n  start_ms: 83510\n  end_ms: 86020\n- text: I just love tokin, blackin out like Tame in the open\n  start_ms: 86020\n  end_ms: 89190\n- text: Of course I got the raw dog no need to stick your nose in\n  start_ms: 89190\n  end_ms: 92160\n- text: Gave you a straight up shotgun when we was smokin\n  start_ms: 92160\n  end_ms: 94920\n- text: Froze you so fast -- you looked it like Madonna Vogue-in\n  start_ms: 94920\n  end_ms: 98230\n- text: AwwwwuhhhhH! I got the shhh to get your whole click high\n  start_ms: 98230\n  end_ms: 100150\n- text: We can get high, but act funny and I'ma whip out\n  start_ms: 100150\n  end_ms: 102900\n- text: And they gon' whip out, and blow notes like Michel'le\n  start_ms: 102900\n  end_ms: 105610\n- text: Cause you tried to jump the cipher and it goes thiswayy\n  start_ms: 105610\n  end_ms: 132240\n- text: (Singing) Smoke buddha, smoke buddha\n  start_ms: 132240\n  end_ms: 137500\n- text: The song you're about to hear, is sponsored by\n  start_ms: 137500\n  end_ms: 142840\n- text: NASssWIPP\n  start_ms: 142840\n  end_ms: 144220\n- text: Niggaz against smokin weed in public places\n  start_ms: 144220\n  end_ms: 147670\n- text: A subdivision of IKSRFO\n  start_ms: 147670\n  end_ms: 151810\n- text: I'm knockin somebody right the fuck out!\n  start_ms: 151810\n  end_ms: 154230\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 154230\nplain: |-\n  Aiyyo, I got a slight problem I smoke weed too much\n  Knees buckle the -uck up when I'm splittin my dutch\n  Back up back up! Ain't nobody hittin for free\n\n  It's just E Doubl-E, Keith Murray, and me\n  It cost twenty if you're down with it\n  Aiyyo son I ride around with my hooptie tinted\n  To ride around blitted\n\n  'Cause I be feenin for that pookie\n  I smoke the good shhh, save the backyard boogie for all groupies\n  And I be, smokin up the hotel lobby\n  Between mo' sheets than the Isleys, I'm high G\n\n  I'm holdin it down for the B-Rrrah-I-C\n  K, blaze, tell you to get bluhh politely\n  (Hit the funky if you're riding around gettin blitz)\n  Ask me if I love the rap game I, I'm loving it\n\n  'Cause I can do what the oww-uck I feel is real\n  Blaze the poot with D. Don and tell UHH to get the dillz\n\n  I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop\n  I'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop\n  To all my real dogs, all my real pals\n  Who ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt\n\n  I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop\n  I'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop\n  To all my real dogs, all my real pals\n  Who ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt\n\n  I just love tokin, blackin out like Tame in the open\n  Of course I got the raw dog no need to stick your nose in\n  Gave you a straight up shotgun when we was smokin\n  Froze you so fast -- you looked it like Madonna Vogue-in\n\n  AwwwwuhhhhH! I got the shhh to get your whole click high\n  We can get high, but act funny and I'ma whip out\n  And they gon' whip out, and blow notes like Michel'le\n  Cause you tried to jump the cipher and it goes thiswayy\n\n  (Singing) Smoke buddha, smoke buddha\n\n  The song you're about to hear, is sponsored by\n  NASssWIPP\n  Niggaz against smokin weed in public places\n  A subdivision of IKSRFO\n  I'm knockin somebody right the fuck out!\n"},{"id":19696274,"name":"Smoke Buddah","trackName":"Smoke Buddah","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Whateva Man","duration":188.066667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Aiyyo, I got a slight problem I smoke weed too much\nKnees buckle the -uck up when I'm splittin my dutch\nBack up back up! Ain't nobody hittin for free\n\nIt's just E Doubl-E, Keith Murray, and me\nIt cost twenty if you're down with it\nAiyyo son I ride around with my hooptie tinted\nTo ride around blitted\n\n'Cause I be feenin for that pookie\nI smoke the good shhh, save the backyard boogie for all groupies\nAnd I be, smokin up the hotel lobby\nBetween mo' sheets than the Isleys, I'm high G\n\nI'm holdin it down for the B-Rrrah-I-C\nK, blaze, tell you to get bluhh politely\n(Hit the funky if you're riding around gettin blitz)\nAsk me if I love the rap game I, I'm loving it\n\n'Cause I can do what the oww-uck I feel is real\nBlaze the poot with D. Don and tell UHH to get the dillz\n\nI smoke on and on on, ya don't stop\nI'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop\nTo all my real dogs, all my real pals\nWho ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt\n\nI smoke on and on on, ya don't stop\nI'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop\nTo all my real dogs, all my real pals\nWho ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt\n\nI just love tokin, blackin out like Tame in the open\nOf course I got the raw dog no need to stick your nose in\nGave you a straight up shotgun when we was smokin\nFroze you so fast -- you looked it like Madonna Vogue-in\n\nAwwwwuhhhhH! I got the shhh to get your whole click high\nWe can get high, but act funny and I'ma whip out\nAnd they gon' whip out, and blow notes like Michel'le\nCause you tried to jump the cipher and it goes thiswayy\n\n(Singing) Smoke buddha, smoke buddha\n\nThe song you're about to hear, is sponsored by\nNASssWIPP\nNiggaz against smokin weed in public places\nA subdivision of IKSRFO\nI'm knockin somebody right the fuck out!","syncedLyrics":"[00:18.97] Aiyyo, I got a slight problem I smoke weed too much\n[00:22.08] Knees buckle the -uck up when I'm splittin my dutch\n[00:24.78] Back up back up! Ain't nobody hittin for free\n[00:27.20] It's just E Doubl-E, Keith Murray, and me\n[00:30.33] It cost twenty if you're down with it\n[00:32.27] Aiyyo son I ride around with my hooptie tinted\n[00:35.56] To ride around blitted\n[00:36.76] 'Cause I be feenin for that pookie\n[00:38.41] I smoke the good shhh, save the backyard boogie for all groupies\n[00:41.94] And I be, smokin up the hotel lobby\n[00:44.32] Between mo' sheets than the Isleys, I'm high G\n[00:47.87] I'm holdin it down for the B-Rrrah-I-C\n[00:50.11] K, blaze, tell you to get bluhh politely\n[00:53.25] (Hit the funky if you're riding around gettin blitz)\n[00:56.08] Ask me if I love the rap game I, I'm loving it\n[00:58.83] 'Cause I can do what the oww-uck I feel is real\n[01:00.99] Blaze the poot with D. Don and tell UHH to get the dillz\n[01:03.85] I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop\n[01:06.56] I'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop\n[01:09.81] To all my real dogs, all my real pals\n[01:12.58] Who ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt\n[01:15.08] I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop\n[01:17.59] I'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop\n[01:20.42] To all my real dogs, all my real pals\n[01:23.51] Who ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt\n[01:26.02] I just love tokin, blackin out like Tame in the open\n[01:29.19] Of course I got the raw dog no need to stick your nose in\n[01:32.16] Gave you a straight up shotgun when we was smokin\n[01:34.92] Froze you so fast -- you looked it like Madonna Vogue-in\n[01:38.23] AwwwwuhhhhH! I got the shhh to get your whole click high\n[01:40.15] We can get high, but act funny and I'ma whip out\n[01:42.90] And they gon' whip out, and blow notes like Michel'le\n[01:45.61] Cause you tried to jump the cipher and it goes thiswayy\n[02:12.24] (Singing) Smoke buddha, smoke buddha\n[02:17.50] The song you're about to hear, is sponsored by\n[02:22.84] NASssWIPP\n[02:24.22] Niggaz against smokin weed in public places\n[02:27.67] A subdivision of IKSRFO\n[02:31.81] I'm knockin somebody right the fuck out!\n[02:34.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Smoke Buddah\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Whateva Man\n  duration_ms: 188067\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Aiyyo, I got a slight problem I smoke weed too much\n  start_ms: 18970\n  end_ms: 22080\n- text: Knees buckle the -uck up when I'm splittin my dutch\n  start_ms: 22080\n  end_ms: 24780\n- text: Back up back up! Ain't nobody hittin for free\n  start_ms: 24780\n  end_ms: 27200\n- text: It's just E Doubl-E, Keith Murray, and me\n  start_ms: 27200\n  end_ms: 30330\n- text: It cost twenty if you're down with it\n  start_ms: 30330\n  end_ms: 32270\n- text: Aiyyo son I ride around with my hooptie tinted\n  start_ms: 32270\n  end_ms: 35560\n- text: To ride around blitted\n  start_ms: 35560\n  end_ms: 36760\n- text: '''Cause I be feenin for that pookie'\n  start_ms: 36760\n  end_ms: 38410\n- text: I smoke the good shhh, save the backyard boogie for all groupies\n  start_ms: 38410\n  end_ms: 41940\n- text: And I be, smokin up the hotel lobby\n  start_ms: 41940\n  end_ms: 44320\n- text: Between mo' sheets than the Isleys, I'm high G\n  start_ms: 44320\n  end_ms: 47870\n- text: I'm holdin it down for the B-Rrrah-I-C\n  start_ms: 47870\n  end_ms: 50110\n- text: K, blaze, tell you to get bluhh politely\n  start_ms: 50110\n  end_ms: 53250\n- text: (Hit the funky if you're riding around gettin blitz)\n  start_ms: 53250\n  end_ms: 56080\n- text: Ask me if I love the rap game I, I'm loving it\n  start_ms: 56080\n  end_ms: 58830\n- text: '''Cause I can do what the oww-uck I feel is real'\n  start_ms: 58830\n  end_ms: 60990\n- text: Blaze the poot with D. Don and tell UHH to get the dillz\n  start_ms: 60990\n  end_ms: 63850\n- text: I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop\n  start_ms: 63850\n  end_ms: 66560\n- text: I'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop\n  start_ms: 66560\n  end_ms: 69810\n- text: To all my real dogs, all my real pals\n  start_ms: 69810\n  end_ms: 72580\n- text: Who ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt\n  start_ms: 72580\n  end_ms: 75080\n- text: I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop\n  start_ms: 75080\n  end_ms: 77590\n- text: I'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop\n  start_ms: 77590\n  end_ms: 80420\n- text: To all my real dogs, all my real pals\n  start_ms: 80420\n  end_ms: 83510\n- text: Who ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt\n  start_ms: 83510\n  end_ms: 86020\n- text: I just love tokin, blackin out like Tame in the open\n  start_ms: 86020\n  end_ms: 89190\n- text: Of course I got the raw dog no need to stick your nose in\n  start_ms: 89190\n  end_ms: 92160\n- text: Gave you a straight up shotgun when we was smokin\n  start_ms: 92160\n  end_ms: 94920\n- text: Froze you so fast -- you looked it like Madonna Vogue-in\n  start_ms: 94920\n  end_ms: 98230\n- text: AwwwwuhhhhH! I got the shhh to get your whole click high\n  start_ms: 98230\n  end_ms: 100150\n- text: We can get high, but act funny and I'ma whip out\n  start_ms: 100150\n  end_ms: 102900\n- text: And they gon' whip out, and blow notes like Michel'le\n  start_ms: 102900\n  end_ms: 105610\n- text: Cause you tried to jump the cipher and it goes thiswayy\n  start_ms: 105610\n  end_ms: 132240\n- text: (Singing) Smoke buddha, smoke buddha\n  start_ms: 132240\n  end_ms: 137500\n- text: The song you're about to hear, is sponsored by\n  start_ms: 137500\n  end_ms: 142840\n- text: NASssWIPP\n  start_ms: 142840\n  end_ms: 144220\n- text: Niggaz against smokin weed in public places\n  start_ms: 144220\n  end_ms: 147670\n- text: A subdivision of IKSRFO\n  start_ms: 147670\n  end_ms: 151810\n- text: I'm knockin somebody right the fuck out!\n  start_ms: 151810\n  end_ms: 154230\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 154230\nplain: |-\n  Aiyyo, I got a slight problem I smoke weed too much\n  Knees buckle the -uck up when I'm splittin my dutch\n  Back up back up! Ain't nobody hittin for free\n\n  It's just E Doubl-E, Keith Murray, and me\n  It cost twenty if you're down with it\n  Aiyyo son I ride around with my hooptie tinted\n  To ride around blitted\n\n  'Cause I be feenin for that pookie\n  I smoke the good shhh, save the backyard boogie for all groupies\n  And I be, smokin up the hotel lobby\n  Between mo' sheets than the Isleys, I'm high G\n\n  I'm holdin it down for the B-Rrrah-I-C\n  K, blaze, tell you to get bluhh politely\n  (Hit the funky if you're riding around gettin blitz)\n  Ask me if I love the rap game I, I'm loving it\n\n  'Cause I can do what the oww-uck I feel is real\n  Blaze the poot with D. Don and tell UHH to get the dillz\n\n  I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop\n  I'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop\n  To all my real dogs, all my real pals\n  Who ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt\n\n  I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop\n  I'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop\n  To all my real dogs, all my real pals\n  Who ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt\n\n  I just love tokin, blackin out like Tame in the open\n  Of course I got the raw dog no need to stick your nose in\n  Gave you a straight up shotgun when we was smokin\n  Froze you so fast -- you looked it like Madonna Vogue-in\n\n  AwwwwuhhhhH! I got the shhh to get your whole click high\n  We can get high, but act funny and I'ma whip out\n  And they gon' whip out, and blow notes like Michel'le\n  Cause you tried to jump the cipher and it goes thiswayy\n\n  (Singing) Smoke buddha, smoke buddha\n\n  The song you're about to hear, is sponsored by\n  NASssWIPP\n  Niggaz against smokin weed in public places\n  A subdivision of IKSRFO\n  I'm knockin somebody right the fuck out!\n"},{"id":23988093,"name":"Smoke Buddah","trackName":"Smoke Buddah","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Whateva Man","duration":158.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Aiyyo, I got a slight problem I smoke weed too much\nKnees buckle the -uck up when I'm splittin my dutch\nBack up back up! Ain't nobody hittin for free\n\nIt's just E Doubl-E, Keith Murray, and me\nIt cost twenty if you're down with it\nAiyyo son I ride around with my hooptie tinted\nTo ride around blitted\n\n'Cause I be feenin for that pookie\nI smoke the good shhh, save the backyard boogie for all groupies\nAnd I be, smokin up the hotel lobby\nBetween mo' sheets than the Isleys, I'm high G\n\nI'm holdin it down for the B-Rrrah-I-C\nK, blaze, tell you to get bluhh politely\n(Hit the funky if you're riding around gettin blitz)\nAsk me if I love the rap game I, I'm loving it\n\n'Cause I can do what the oww-uck I feel is real\nBlaze the poot with D. Don and tell UHH to get the dillz\n\nI smoke on and on on, ya don't stop\nI'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop\nTo all my real dogs, all my real pals\nWho ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt\n\nI smoke on and on on, ya don't stop\nI'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop\nTo all my real dogs, all my real pals\nWho ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt\n\nI just love tokin, blackin out like Tame in the open\nOf course I got the raw dog no need to stick your nose in\nGave you a straight up shotgun when we was smokin\nFroze you so fast -- you looked it like Madonna Vogue-in\n\nAwwwwuhhhhH! I got the shhh to get your whole click high\nWe can get high, but act funny and I'ma whip out\nAnd they gon' whip out, and blow notes like Michel'le\nCause you tried to jump the cipher and it goes thiswayy\n\n(Singing) Smoke buddha, smoke buddha\n\nThe song you're about to hear, is sponsored by\nNASssWIPP\nNiggaz against smokin weed in public places\nA subdivision of IKSRFO\nI'm knockin somebody right the fuck out!","syncedLyrics":"[00:18.97] Aiyyo, I got a slight problem I smoke weed too much\n[00:22.08] Knees buckle the -uck up when I'm splittin my dutch\n[00:24.78] Back up back up! Ain't nobody hittin for free\n[00:27.20] It's just E Doubl-E, Keith Murray, and me\n[00:30.33] It cost twenty if you're down with it\n[00:32.27] Aiyyo son I ride around with my hooptie tinted\n[00:35.56] To ride around blitted\n[00:36.76] 'Cause I be feenin for that pookie\n[00:38.41] I smoke the good shhh, save the backyard boogie for all groupies\n[00:41.94] And I be, smokin up the hotel lobby\n[00:44.32] Between mo' sheets than the Isleys, I'm high G\n[00:47.87] I'm holdin it down for the B-Rrrah-I-C\n[00:50.11] K, blaze, tell you to get bluhh politely\n[00:53.25] (Hit the funky if you're riding around gettin blitz)\n[00:56.08] Ask me if I love the rap game I, I'm loving it\n[00:58.83] 'Cause I can do what the oww-uck I feel is real\n[01:00.99] Blaze the poot with D. Don and tell UHH to get the dillz\n[01:03.85] I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop\n[01:06.56] I'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop\n[01:09.81] To all my real dogs, all my real pals\n[01:12.58] Who ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt\n[01:15.08] I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop\n[01:17.59] I'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop\n[01:20.42] To all my real dogs, all my real pals\n[01:23.51] Who ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt\n[01:26.02] I just love tokin, blackin out like Tame in the open\n[01:29.19] Of course I got the raw dog no need to stick your nose in\n[01:32.16] Gave you a straight up shotgun when we was smokin\n[01:34.92] Froze you so fast -- you looked it like Madonna Vogue-in\n[01:38.23] AwwwwuhhhhH! I got the shhh to get your whole click high\n[01:40.15] We can get high, but act funny and I'ma whip out\n[01:42.90] And they gon' whip out, and blow notes like Michel'le\n[01:45.61] Cause you tried to jump the cipher and it goes thiswayy\n[02:12.24] (Singing) Smoke buddha, smoke buddha\n[02:17.50] The song you're about to hear, is sponsored by\n[02:22.84] NASssWIPP\n[02:24.22] Niggaz against smokin weed in public places\n[02:27.67] A subdivision of IKSRFO\n[02:31.81] I'm knockin somebody right the fuck out!\n[02:34.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Smoke Buddah\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Whateva Man\n  duration_ms: 158000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Aiyyo, I got a slight problem I smoke weed too much\n  start_ms: 18970\n  end_ms: 22080\n- text: Knees buckle the -uck up when I'm splittin my dutch\n  start_ms: 22080\n  end_ms: 24780\n- text: Back up back up! 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Ain't nobody hittin for free\n\n  It's just E Doubl-E, Keith Murray, and me\n  It cost twenty if you're down with it\n  Aiyyo son I ride around with my hooptie tinted\n  To ride around blitted\n\n  'Cause I be feenin for that pookie\n  I smoke the good shhh, save the backyard boogie for all groupies\n  And I be, smokin up the hotel lobby\n  Between mo' sheets than the Isleys, I'm high G\n\n  I'm holdin it down for the B-Rrrah-I-C\n  K, blaze, tell you to get bluhh politely\n  (Hit the funky if you're riding around gettin blitz)\n  Ask me if I love the rap game I, I'm loving it\n\n  'Cause I can do what the oww-uck I feel is real\n  Blaze the poot with D. Don and tell UHH to get the dillz\n\n  I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop\n  I'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop\n  To all my real dogs, all my real pals\n  Who ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt\n\n  I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop\n  I'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop\n  To all my real dogs, all my real pals\n  Who ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt\n\n  I just love tokin, blackin out like Tame in the open\n  Of course I got the raw dog no need to stick your nose in\n  Gave you a straight up shotgun when we was smokin\n  Froze you so fast -- you looked it like Madonna Vogue-in\n\n  AwwwwuhhhhH! I got the shhh to get your whole click high\n  We can get high, but act funny and I'ma whip out\n  And they gon' whip out, and blow notes like Michel'le\n  Cause you tried to jump the cipher and it goes thiswayy\n\n  (Singing) Smoke buddha, smoke buddha\n\n  The song you're about to hear, is sponsored by\n  NASssWIPP\n  Niggaz against smokin weed in public places\n  A subdivision of IKSRFO\n  I'm knockin somebody right the fuck out!\n"},{"id":21757817,"name":"It's Like That (My Big Brother) W/K-Solo (Radio Edit)","trackName":"It's Like That (My Big Brother) W/K-Solo (Radio Edit)","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Whateva Man","duration":176.866667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Due to technical difficulties beyond our control\nReggie Noble's stinkin ass will not be performing with us tonight\n\nErick Sermon, keep keep it on\nDef Squad, Erick Sermon, Redman keep keep it on\nK to M Keith Murray keep keep it on\nKeep keep on, ya don't stop\nKeep keep it on, and ya don't stop\nKeep keep it on, and ya don't stop\n1996\nK-Solo, Redman, ya don't stop\nErick Sermon, Keith Murray ya don't stop\n\nI X'd ya amateur, damage ya, have fools jumpin off\ncliffs grabbin their ass cheeks yellin GERONIMO\nIt ain't a problem at all when K solve\nThree-hundred and sixty degrees rhymes or boulevards\nare charged, by my entourage,\nwho put the Ram in Dodge, rasclaat and bumba claat\nMaintain, few remain in the game\nSo I remain focused, hip hop's the main aim\n\nWell it's the Funk Doctor Spock, the pon cock lyricist\nMy mentality's so def yo I ain't even hearin this shit\nBiscuits be cockin' back when I be comin\nI guess they heard how I be takin MC's out by the hundreds\nWanted, for two million and a body alone\nAnd use the microphone as my accomplice\nScientist, field-trippin, thinkin\nWhat the fuck is this funky fungus that growed amongst us\n\nSprayed a few, shank a few, rap crews say they shamed too\nBut can't hang two, like we do\nFuck them, they better bow slow\nThis rhyme'll cold hit em, real quick cause I'm K-Solo\nBattle any dude, this retifuge I'm in cruise\nSee what the better vet, could do, to you undouche\nYou three groups, four punkses at a time\nI box two and knock em out at the drop of a dime\n\nThe long faced murderer\nServin over two billion motherfuckers a day like Mickey D's circular\nWorkin a shifty hour like a burgular\nMy crew herbin ya, like we never even heard of ya\nOdds are evens, that I'ma be the one creepin\nMinute niggaz check the flows of the major deacon\nThe bazaar, the rap non-superstar\nWhen I step up I pump volume like rah\n\nMy afro blows in three-hundred sixty degrees\nSo this makes me, the light skinned Richard Roundtree\nVocabularies very loquacious\nAnd gregarious, pump that too, go grab the dictionary\nFly word that we flip on the M-I-K-E mike\nMy crew be like, this style's hype\nWrong's the opposite forget the bullshhhh\nTo rhyme like the K-Solo, you need more than a soul kid\n\nCome closer, while I lock it down like I'm supposed ta\nYou battle me, you won? You might have, but then you woke up\nMy turbulence will make peanut butter choka\nCall me tha Brick City, Stock Cock Broker\nY'all niggaz is fools, playin with hood moves\nYou couldn't total my amount if you sung I Missed You\nDissed you, dismissed you, yeah, I fixed you\nLet your girl suck on the shit that I piss through\n\nHaha... haha\nKeep keep it on\nHaha... haha\nKeep keep it on\nHaha... haha\nKeep keep it on\nHaha... haha\nKeep keep it on\nHaha... haha\nKeep keep it on\nYo what we doin son?\nKnockin niggaz the fuck out!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: It's Like That (My Big Brother) W/K-Solo (Radio Edit)\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Whateva Man\n  duration_ms: 176867\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Due to technical difficulties beyond our control\n  Reggie Noble's stinkin ass will not be performing with us tonight\n\n  Erick Sermon, keep keep it on\n  Def Squad, Erick Sermon, Redman keep keep it on\n  K to M Keith Murray keep keep it on\n  Keep keep on, ya don't stop\n  Keep keep it on, and ya don't stop\n  Keep keep it on, and ya don't stop\n  1996\n  K-Solo, Redman, ya don't stop\n  Erick Sermon, Keith Murray ya don't stop\n\n  I X'd ya amateur, damage ya, have fools jumpin off\n  cliffs grabbin their ass cheeks yellin GERONIMO\n  It ain't a problem at all when K solve\n  Three-hundred and sixty degrees rhymes or boulevards\n  are charged, by my entourage,\n  who put the Ram in Dodge, rasclaat and bumba claat\n  Maintain, few remain in the game\n  So I remain focused, hip hop's the main aim\n\n  Well it's the Funk Doctor Spock, the pon cock lyricist\n  My mentality's so def yo I ain't even hearin this shit\n  Biscuits be cockin' back when I be comin\n  I guess they heard how I be takin MC's out by the hundreds\n  Wanted, for two million and a body alone\n  And use the microphone as my accomplice\n  Scientist, field-trippin, thinkin\n  What the fuck is this funky fungus that growed amongst us\n\n  Sprayed a few, shank a few, rap crews say they shamed too\n  But can't hang two, like we do\n  Fuck them, they better bow slow\n  This rhyme'll cold hit em, real quick cause I'm K-Solo\n  Battle any dude, this retifuge I'm in cruise\n  See what the better vet, could do, to you undouche\n  You three groups, four punkses at a time\n  I box two and knock em out at the drop of a dime\n\n  The long faced murderer\n  Servin over two billion motherfuckers a day like Mickey D's circular\n  Workin a shifty hour like a burgular\n  My crew herbin ya, like we never even heard of ya\n  Odds are evens, that I'ma be the one creepin\n  Minute niggaz check the flows of the major deacon\n  The bazaar, the rap non-superstar\n  When I step up I pump volume like rah\n\n  My afro blows in three-hundred sixty degrees\n  So this makes me, the light skinned Richard Roundtree\n  Vocabularies very loquacious\n  And gregarious, pump that too, go grab the dictionary\n  Fly word that we flip on the M-I-K-E mike\n  My crew be like, this style's hype\n  Wrong's the opposite forget the bullshhhh\n  To rhyme like the K-Solo, you need more than a soul kid\n\n  Come closer, while I lock it down like I'm supposed ta\n  You battle me, you won? You might have, but then you woke up\n  My turbulence will make peanut butter choka\n  Call me tha Brick City, Stock Cock Broker\n  Y'all niggaz is fools, playin with hood moves\n  You couldn't total my amount if you sung I Missed You\n  Dissed you, dismissed you, yeah, I fixed you\n  Let your girl suck on the shit that I piss through\n\n  Haha... haha\n  Keep keep it on\n  Haha... haha\n  Keep keep it on\n  Haha... haha\n  Keep keep it on\n  Haha... haha\n  Keep keep it on\n  Haha... haha\n  Keep keep it on\n  Yo what we doin son?\n  Knockin niggaz the fuck out!\n"},{"id":28326823,"name":"It's Like That (My Big Brother) (Radio Edit) (Feat. K-Solo)","trackName":"It's Like That (My Big Brother) (Radio Edit) (Feat. K-Solo)","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Whateva Man","duration":177.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Due to technical difficulties beyond our control\nReggie Noble's stinkin ass will not be performing with us tonight\n\n[[K-Solo]]\nErick Sermon, keep keep it on\nDef Squad, Erick Sermon, Redman keep keep it on\nK to M Keith Murray keep keep it on\nKeep keep on, ya don't stop\nKeep keep it on, and ya don't stop\nKeep keep it on, and ya don't stop\n1996\nK-Solo, Redman, ya don't stop\nErick Sermon, Keith Murray ya don't stop\n\n[[K-Solo]]\nI X'd ya amateur, damage ya, have fools jumpin off\ncliffs grabbin their ass cheeks yellin GERONIMO\nIt ain't a problem at all when K solve\nThree-hundred and sixty degrees rhymes or boulevards\nare charged, by my entourage,\nwho put the Ram in Dodge, rasclaat and bumba claat\nMaintain, few remain in the game\nSo I remain focused, hip hop's the main aim\n\n[[Redman]]\nWell it's the Funk Doctor Spock, the pon cock lyricist\nMy mentality's so def yo I ain't even hearin this shit\nBiscuits be cockin' back when I be comin\nI guess they heard how I be takin MC's out by the hundreds\nWanted, for two million and a body alone\nAnd use the microphone as my accomplice\nScientist, field-trippin, thinkin\nWhat the fuck is this funky fungus that growed amongst us\n\n[[K-Solo]]\nSprayed a few, shank a few, rap crews say they shamed too\nBut can't hang two, like we do\nFuck them, they better bow slow\nThis rhyme'll cold hit em, real quick cause I'm K-Solo\nBattle any dude, this retifuge I'm in cruise\nSee what the better vet, could do, to you undouche\nYou three groups, four punkses at a time\nI box two and knock em out at the drop of a dime\n\n[[Redman]]\nThe long faced murderer\nServin over two billion motherfuckers a day like Mickey D's circular\nWorkin a shifty hour like a burgular\nMy crew herbin ya, like we never even heard of ya\nOdds are evens, that I'ma be the one creepin\nMinute niggaz check the flows of the major deacon\nThe bazaar, the rap non-superstar\nWhen I step up I pump volume like rah\n\n[[K-Solo]]\nMy afro blows in three-hundred sixty degrees\nSo this makes me, the light skinned Richard Roundtree\nVocabularies very loquacious\nAnd gregarious, pump that too, go grab the dictionary\nFly word that we flip on the M-I-K-E mike\nMy crew be like, this style's hype\nWrong's the opposite forget the bullshhhh\nTo rhyme like the K-Solo, you need more than a soul kid\n\n[[Redman]]\nCome closer, while I lock it down like I'm supposed ta\nYou battle me, you won? You might have, but then you woke up\nMy turbulence will make peanut butter choka\nCall me tha Brick City, Stock Cock Broker\nY'all niggaz is fools, playin with hood moves\nYou couldn't total my amount if you sung I Missed You\nDissed you, dismissed you, yeah, I fixed you\nLet your girl suck on the shit that I piss through\n\nHaha... haha\nKeep keep it on\nHaha... haha\nKeep keep it on\nHaha... haha\nKeep keep it on\nHaha... haha\nKeep keep it on\nHaha... haha\nKeep keep it on\nYo what we doin son?\nKnockin niggaz the fuck out!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: It's Like That (My Big Brother) (Radio Edit) (Feat. K-Solo)\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Whateva Man\n  duration_ms: 177000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Due to technical difficulties beyond our control\n  Reggie Noble's stinkin ass will not be performing with us tonight\n\n  [[K-Solo]]\n  Erick Sermon, keep keep it on\n  Def Squad, Erick Sermon, Redman keep keep it on\n  K to M Keith Murray keep keep it on\n  Keep keep on, ya don't stop\n  Keep keep it on, and ya don't stop\n  Keep keep it on, and ya don't stop\n  1996\n  K-Solo, Redman, ya don't stop\n  Erick Sermon, Keith Murray ya don't stop\n\n  [[K-Solo]]\n  I X'd ya amateur, damage ya, have fools jumpin off\n  cliffs grabbin their ass cheeks yellin GERONIMO\n  It ain't a problem at all when K solve\n  Three-hundred and sixty degrees rhymes or boulevards\n  are charged, by my entourage,\n  who put the Ram in Dodge, rasclaat and bumba claat\n  Maintain, few remain in the game\n  So I remain focused, hip hop's the main aim\n\n  [[Redman]]\n  Well it's the Funk Doctor Spock, the pon cock lyricist\n  My mentality's so def yo I ain't even hearin this shit\n  Biscuits be cockin' back when I be comin\n  I guess they heard how I be takin MC's out by the hundreds\n  Wanted, for two million and a body alone\n  And use the microphone as my accomplice\n  Scientist, field-trippin, thinkin\n  What the fuck is this funky fungus that growed amongst us\n\n  [[K-Solo]]\n  Sprayed a few, shank a few, rap crews say they shamed too\n  But can't hang two, like we do\n  Fuck them, they better bow slow\n  This rhyme'll cold hit em, real quick cause I'm K-Solo\n  Battle any dude, this retifuge I'm in cruise\n  See what the better vet, could do, to you undouche\n  You three groups, four punkses at a time\n  I box two and knock em out at the drop of a dime\n\n  [[Redman]]\n  The long faced murderer\n  Servin over two billion motherfuckers a day like Mickey D's circular\n  Workin a shifty hour like a burgular\n  My crew herbin ya, like we never even heard of ya\n  Odds are evens, that I'ma be the one creepin\n  Minute niggaz check the flows of the major deacon\n  The bazaar, the rap non-superstar\n  When I step up I pump volume like rah\n\n  [[K-Solo]]\n  My afro blows in three-hundred sixty degrees\n  So this makes me, the light skinned Richard Roundtree\n  Vocabularies very loquacious\n  And gregarious, pump that too, go grab the dictionary\n  Fly word that we flip on the M-I-K-E mike\n  My crew be like, this style's hype\n  Wrong's the opposite forget the bullshhhh\n  To rhyme like the K-Solo, you need more than a soul kid\n\n  [[Redman]]\n  Come closer, while I lock it down like I'm supposed ta\n  You battle me, you won? You might have, but then you woke up\n  My turbulence will make peanut butter choka\n  Call me tha Brick City, Stock Cock Broker\n  Y'all niggaz is fools, playin with hood moves\n  You couldn't total my amount if you sung I Missed You\n  Dissed you, dismissed you, yeah, I fixed you\n  Let your girl suck on the shit that I piss through\n\n  Haha... haha\n  Keep keep it on\n  Haha... haha\n  Keep keep it on\n  Haha... haha\n  Keep keep it on\n  Haha... haha\n  Keep keep it on\n  Haha... haha\n  Keep keep it on\n  Yo what we doin son?\n  Knockin niggaz the fuck out!\n"},{"id":31821987,"name":"Whateva Man","trackName":"Whateva Man","artistName":"Method Man & Redman","albumName":"Total Def Jam: The Definitive Collection","duration":189.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Microphone check, one, two (I can feel it)\nA yo, you ready to get down man? (Yo, whatever, man)\nYou ready to get drunk as fuck? (Whatever, man)\nYou, you sayin somethin'? (Whatever, man)\nA yo (whatever, man)\n(I can feel it) check it, Kool V\nI keeps it bangin', keep it swangin', Mike type of sangin' (yeah)\nOoh, la, la, la (so what ya sayin'?)\n\nYo, I'm smokin' herbals 'til it hurts you\nI keep your daughter way out past her curfew\nHard, far from commercial (so whatcha mean, nigga?)\nWe don't give a fuck when we smoked out\nIn the land that's doped out\n(It's like that?) No doubt\nFrom this bomb weed, I cop from the streets\nGet you open like buttcheeks from girls who be freaks\nAyo, can I be SWV? (You the One, nigga)\nRap Shogun, yes, E the one\n\nYo, I'm rolling with a 40 pack of niggas\nGet my weed from Branson 'cause his sack's bigger\nYo, give me dap, nigga\nWhat I clap lyrically tap call back\nFerocious, causing comatoses to collapse\nSo chinky-eyed I see people waving on a map\nI make it hotter than your thermostats\nBomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me\nFunk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert\n\nYour boombox better form a union\n'Cause I leave your circuits overworked, word bond\nNiggas front like they want it\nBut I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin' blunted\nDamn nigga, you cool at what you spittin'\nSo why you holding the blunt so long politickin'? (Huh)\nI ace them blunts with the technician of electrician\nI don't got a pot to piss in but still spend my last on hydroglycerin\n\nI keep it live, no jive, rolling dutches\nThat's Masters like the Furious Five\nI keep your crew chinky-eyed, for bitches actin' dog\n(Can you hit it from the back?)\nWhy not? While we toke on this (I can feel it)\n\n(I can feel it)\nYo, yo, you ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)\nYou ready to knock this nigga out? (Whatever, man)\nYo, you ready to get this chedda? (Whatever, man)\nYou ready to start this shit off? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it)\n\nI smoked with a lot of college students\nMost of 'em wasn't graduating and they knew it\nYou know the weed slang? 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(Huh)\n[01:22.30] I ace them blunts with the technician of electrician\n[01:25.23] I don't got a pot to piss in but still spend my last on hydroglycerin\n[01:29.72] I keep it live, no jive, rolling dutches\n[01:32.01] That's Masters like the Furious Five\n[01:34.09] I keep your crew chinky-eyed, for bitches actin' dog\n[01:37.31] (Can you hit it from the back?)\n[01:38.55] Why not? While we toke on this (I can feel it)\n[01:40.74] \n[01:50.05] (I can feel it)\n[01:50.75] Yo, yo, you ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)\n[01:53.85] You ready to knock this nigga out? (Whatever, man)\n[01:56.68] Yo, you ready to get this chedda? (Whatever, man)\n[01:59.42] You ready to start this shit off? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it)\n[02:02.12] I smoked with a lot of college students\n[02:05.13] Most of 'em wasn't graduating and they knew it\n[02:08.08] You know the weed slang? 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You might have, but then you woke up\nMy turbulence will make peanut butter choka\nCall me tha Brick City, Stock Cock Broker\nY'all niggaz is fools, playin with hood moves\nYou couldn't total my amount if you sung I Missed You\nDissed you, dismissed you, yeah, I fixed you\nLet your girl suck on the shit that I piss through\n\nHaha... haha\nKeep keep it on\nHaha... haha\nKeep keep it on\nHaha... haha\nKeep keep it on\nHaha... haha\nKeep keep it on\nHaha... haha\nKeep keep it on\nYo what we doin son?\nKnockin niggaz the fuck out!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: It's Like That (My Big Brother)\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Whateva Man [Single]\n  duration_ms: 176936\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Due to technical difficulties beyond our control\n  Reggie Noble's stinkin ass will not be performing with us tonight\n\n  [K-Solo]\n  Erick Sermon, keep keep it on\n  Def Squad, Erick Sermon, Redman keep keep it on\n  K to M Keith Murray keep keep it on\n  Keep keep on, ya don't stop\n  Keep keep it on, and ya don't stop\n  Keep keep it on, and ya don't stop\n  1996\n  K-Solo, Redman, ya don't stop\n  Erick Sermon, Keith Murray ya don't stop\n\n  [K-Solo]\n  I X'd ya amateur, damage ya, have fools jumpin off\n  cliffs grabbin their ass cheeks yellin GERONIMO\n  It ain't a problem at all when K solve\n  Three-hundred and sixty degrees rhymes or boulevards\n  are charged, by my entourage,\n  who put the Ram in Dodge, rasclaat and bumba claat\n  Maintain, few remain in the game\n  So I remain focused, hip hop's the main aim\n\n  [Redman]\n  Well it's the Funk Doctor Spock, the pon cock lyricist\n  My mentality's so def yo I ain't even hearin this shit\n  Biscuits be cockin' back when I be comin\n  I guess they heard how I be takin MC's out by the hundreds\n  Wanted, for two million and a body alone\n  And use the microphone as my accomplice\n  Scientist, field-trippin, thinkin\n  What the fuck is this funky fungus that growed amongst us\n\n  [K-Solo]\n  Sprayed a few, shank a few, rap crews say they shamed too\n  But can't hang two, like we do\n  Fuck them, they better bow slow\n  This rhyme'll cold hit em, real quick cause I'm K-Solo\n  Battle any dude, this retifuge I'm in cruise\n  See what the better vet, could do, to you undouche\n  You three groups, four punkses at a time\n  I box two and knock em out at the drop of a dime\n\n  [Redman]\n  The long faced murderer\n  Servin over two billion motherfuckers a day like Mickey D's circular\n  Workin a shifty hour like a burgular\n  My crew herbin ya, like we never even heard of ya\n  Odds are evens, that I'ma be the one creepin\n  Minute niggaz check the flows of the major deacon\n  The bazaar, the rap non-superstar\n  When I step up I pump volume like rah\n\n  [K-Solo]\n  My afro blows in three-hundred sixty degrees\n  So this makes me, the light skinned Richard Roundtree\n  Vocabularies very loquacious\n  And gregarious, pump that too, go grab the dictionary\n  Fly word that we flip on the M-I-K-E mike\n  My crew be like, this style's hype\n  Wrong's the opposite forget the bullshhhh\n  To rhyme like the K-Solo, you need more than a soul kid\n\n  [Redman]\n  Come closer, while I lock it down like I'm supposed ta\n  You battle me, you won? You might have, but then you woke up\n  My turbulence will make peanut butter choka\n  Call me tha Brick City, Stock Cock Broker\n  Y'all niggaz is fools, playin with hood moves\n  You couldn't total my amount if you sung I Missed You\n  Dissed you, dismissed you, yeah, I fixed you\n  Let your girl suck on the shit that I piss through\n\n  Haha... haha\n  Keep keep it on\n  Haha... haha\n  Keep keep it on\n  Haha... haha\n  Keep keep it on\n  Haha... haha\n  Keep keep it on\n  Haha... haha\n  Keep keep it on\n  Yo what we doin son?\n  Knockin niggaz the fuck out!\n"},{"id":14311915,"name":"Whateva Man","trackName":"Whateva Man","artistName":"Redman Feat. Method Man","albumName":"Total Def Jam","duration":189.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Microphone check, one, two (I can feel it)\nA yo, you ready to get down man? (Yo, whatever, man)\nYou ready to get drunk as fuck? (Whatever, man)\nYou, you sayin somethin'? (Whatever, man)\nA yo (whatever, man)\n(I can feel it) check it, Kool V\nI keeps it bangin', keep it swangin', Mike type of sangin' (yeah)\nOoh, la, la, la (so what ya sayin'?)\n\nYo, I'm smokin' herbals 'til it hurts you\nI keep your daughter way out past her curfew\nHard, far from commercial (so whatcha mean, nigga?)\nWe don't give a fuck when we smoked out\nIn the land that's doped out\n(It's like that?) No doubt\nFrom this bomb weed, I cop from the streets\nGet you open like buttcheeks from girls who be freaks\nAyo, can I be SWV? 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(Huh)\n[01:22.36] I ace them blunts with the technician of electrician\n[01:25.25] I don't got a pot to piss in but still spend my last on hydroglycerin\n[01:29.75] I keep it live, no jive, rolling dutches\n[01:32.00] That's Masters like the Furious Five\n[01:34.07] I keep your crew chinky-eyed, for bitches actin' dog\n[01:37.32] (Can you hit it from the back?)\n[01:38.57] Why not? While we toke on this (I can feel it)\n[01:40.74] \n[01:50.03] (I can feel it)\n[01:50.78] Yo, yo, you ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)\n[01:53.81] You ready to knock this nigga out? (Whatever, man)\n[01:56.64] Yo, you ready to get this chedda? (Whatever, man)\n[01:59.42] You ready to start this shit off? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it)\n[02:02.11] I smoked with a lot of college students\n[02:05.16] Most of 'em wasn't graduating and they knew it\n[02:08.06] You know the weed slang? 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(Huh)\n  I ace them blunts with the technician of electrician\n  I don't got a pot to piss in but still spend my last on hydroglycerin\n\n  I keep it live, no jive, rolling dutches\n  That's Masters like the Furious Five\n  I keep your crew chinky-eyed, for bitches actin' dog\n  (Can you hit it from the back?)\n  Why not? While we toke on this (I can feel it)\n\n  (I can feel it)\n  Yo, yo, you ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)\n  You ready to knock this nigga out? (Whatever, man)\n  Yo, you ready to get this chedda? (Whatever, man)\n  You ready to start this shit off? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it)\n\n  I smoked with a lot of college students\n  Most of 'em wasn't graduating and they knew it\n  You know the weed slang? 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(Huh)\nI ace them blunts with the technician of electrician\nI don't got a pot to piss in but still spend my last on hydroglycerin\n\nI keep it live, no jive, rolling dutches\nThat's Masters like the Furious Five\nI keep your crew chinky-eyed, for bitches actin' dog\n(Can you hit it from the back?)\nWhy not? While we toke on this (I can feel it)\n\n(I can feel it)\nYo, yo, you ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)\nYou ready to knock this nigga out? (Whatever, man)\nYo, you ready to get this chedda? (Whatever, man)\nYou ready to start this shit off? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it)\n\nI smoked with a lot of college students\nMost of 'em wasn't graduating and they knew it\nYou know the weed slang? 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