[{"id":9391184,"name":"Winicumuhround (Album Version)","trackName":"Winicumuhround (Album Version)","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Dare Iz A Darkside","duration":268.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The hype's got me, I knock em out the box then out socks\nCause winicumuhround, niggaz skate like the rocks\nMy block...'s hot, so gimme all you got\nWhen I'm done rockin, I leave you all doin the Bus Stop\nMy format spins wheels like Pat Sajak\nI rub niggaz out like Ajax now hit the playback\nRrrwwhwoaah, look out, roast em like cookouts\nI'm smoked out, all you MC's, pull your books out\nWord is bond it's on I get at Dawn like Marvin Gaye\nStarvin since the days of Kindergarten\nWhen I dye my ashes, flip my coffin backwards\nBlow shit up like the 4th of July, with half sticks\nAnd on and on, to the break of Rae-Dawn Chong\nI'm Killin You Softly with this song, with this bomb\nI'm like the Bronx, cuz I Boogie Down\nI'm representin Jersey motherfucker, winicumuhround\n\nWinicumuhround, homeboy watch yo nugget\n(Aiyyo-yo-yo Redman, yo that was last album) Aiyyo fuck it, bust it\nThe top, notch, look over your sess spots\nGet dumb like a whole bag of jumps with red tops\nBurn more steam than carpet cleaners\nI'm meaner then I'm iller than OJ, catchin a misdemeanor\nBoom-bash I set it off (right right)\nI shot up your lights while you caught up in the heights\nMy lyrics starvin, my crew runs like the mob and\nThe funk butter cup, cause I'm a bastard at robbin\nI shake the valleys over Cali when I'm spliffed up\nRock a fifth up, that measure nine point oh on the Erichter\nAre you tuned in to my tunes it's boom\nY'all niggaz couldn't see me if y'all had zoom\nI'm accurate like Acura, my style's ninety years maximum\nFuel-injected like a Maxima, wheni'muharound motherfucker\n\nThe way I get wreck y'all niggaz call it mic check\nI'm vexed and if I got an itchy finger like Bernard Geotz\nWith a pad and a pen I blend funky images\nThat leave your girl hemmoragin for about two million and\nthree years move along there's nothing to see here\nIf I wasn't nice motherfucker I wouldn't be here\nYeah yeah put metaphors inside a bracket\nDef Squad's in the house AND MOTHERFUCKER WE CAN BACK IT\nCome test your skills for real with a bomb bang boom bang\nThe sound makes your brains wet\nwith The Color Purple on a freight train\nThe devil's the conductor\nThen take a trip to the darkside motherfuckers\nMy funky pattern takes interludes around Saturn\nI'm more diesel than evil meant evil like Sebastian\nDon't try this at home kids, I zone with ET's\nAnd other alien type of MC's\nSo throw your shit up in the sky, cause Redman's about to get live\nLike one-two-five\nI smoke High Times magazines when I lounge\nAnd broken mics and cords is left, winicumuhround motherfucker","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.09] The hype's got me, I knock em out the box then out socks\n[00:24.68] Cause winicumuhround, niggaz skate like the rocks\n[00:27.32] My block...'s hot, so gimme all you got\n[00:29.82] When I'm done rockin, I leave you all doin the Bus Stop\n[00:32.68] My format spins wheels like Pat Sajak\n[00:34.88] I rub niggaz out like Ajax now hit the playback\n[00:37.40] Rrrwwhwoaah, look out, roast em like cookouts\n[00:39.80] I'm smoked out, all you MC's, pull your books out\n[00:42.46] Word is bond it's on I get at Dawn like Marvin Gaye\n[00:45.33] Starvin since the days of Kindergarten\n[00:47.66] When I dye my ashes, flip my coffin backwards\n[00:49.92] Blow shit up like the 4th of July, with half sticks\n[00:52.55] And on and on, to the break of Rae-Dawn Chong\n[00:55.05] I'm Killin You Softly with this song, with this bomb\n[00:57.68] I'm like the Bronx, cuz I Boogie Down\n[01:00.07] I'm representin Jersey motherfucker, winicumuhround\n[01:12.56] Winicumuhround, homeboy watch yo nugget\n[01:15.07] (Aiyyo-yo-yo Redman, yo that was last album) Aiyyo fuck it, bust it\n[01:17.46] The top, notch, look over your sess spots\n[01:20.12] Get dumb like a whole bag of jumps with red tops\n[01:22.71] Burn more steam than carpet cleaners\n[01:24.95] I'm meaner then I'm iller than OJ, catchin a misdemeanor\n[01:27.74] Boom-bash I set it off (right right)\n[01:29.48] I shot up your lights while you caught up in the heights\n[01:32.75] My lyrics starvin, my crew runs like the mob and\n[01:35.19] The funk butter cup, cause I'm a bastard at robbin\n[01:37.82] I shake the valleys over Cali when I'm spliffed up\n[01:40.38] Rock a fifth up, that measure nine point oh on the Erichter\n[01:42.73] Are you tuned in to my tunes it's boom\n[01:45.78] Y'all niggaz couldn't see me if y'all had zoom\n[01:47.95] I'm accurate like Acura, my style's ninety years maximum\n[01:51.43] Fuel-injected like a Maxima, wheni'muharound motherfucker\n[02:03.57] The way I get wreck y'all niggaz call it mic check\n[02:05.37] I'm vexed and if I got an itchy finger like Bernard Geotz\n[02:07.95] With a pad and a pen I blend funky images\n[02:10.37] That leave your girl hemmoragin for about two million and\n[02:12.96] three years move along there's nothing to see here\n[02:15.45] If I wasn't nice motherfucker I wouldn't be here\n[02:18.06] Yeah yeah put metaphors inside a bracket\n[02:20.42] Def Squad's in the house AND MOTHERFUCKER WE CAN BACK IT\n[02:23.09] Come test your skills for real with a bomb bang boom bang\n[02:25.63] The sound makes your brains wet\n[02:27.85] with The Color Purple on a freight train\n[02:29.54] The devil's the conductor\n[02:30.48] Then take a trip to the darkside motherfuckers\n[02:33.03] My funky pattern takes interludes around Saturn\n[02:35.82] I'm more diesel than evil meant evil like Sebastian\n[02:38.15] Don't try this at home kids, I zone with ET's\n[02:41.20] And other alien type of MC's\n[02:43.29] So throw your shit up in the sky, cause Redman's about to get live\n[02:46.67] Like one-two-five\n[02:47.92] I smoke High Times magazines when I lounge\n[02:50.43] And broken 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