[{"id":1311530,"name":"Wrong 4 Dat","trackName":"Wrong 4 Dat","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Malpractice","duration":167.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This is WKYA, We Kickin' Yo' Ass radio\nAll you motherfuckers out there that wanna get down with the pound\nPut your motherfuckin' pounds up, and start bustin' the motherfuckers\nAm I too loud for this motherfucker? Turn me down a little bit\nYeah forget\nYeah yeah yeah\n\nYo, first of all I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own bills\nStated own real, haters gon' feel direct syndrome\nMouth with cold tongue, you bounty hunters be on the chase\nFor Joe Young, I won't slip keep pink slips to my car\nI'm raw like sushi bars on boogie broads, I retrieve the money\nDawg Labrador, Ray Charles can see it, and Stacy Lattisaw\n\nYou get mashed out, 'cause your bird is peckin',\nDon't be the next vinyl cut to 'Urban Legend', I can feel where you at\nWhen I pound you up, you out of town coke rhymes\nOh you clowns is up my crew stay in the truck, can't fit in the Porsche\nIf you bitches ain't happy, then get a divorce, I'ma do what I want\n'Cause my time is now, grab the whole rap game, and divide it down\n\nIf I wanna roll a Jeep with a seat out the back\nBitch feet out the back, system beat out the track\nAm I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\nYo yo, if I walk into the club with my hand on my snub\nBeatin' down security 'cause I don't give a fuck\nAm I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\nYo Keith, yo yo Keith\n\nI copped the whole box, went half with Reginald, hollow tips\nInfrareds and clips came free and you ain't gotta believe me\nFuck bein' nervous far as I'm concerned they're at your funeral service\nWhat do we have here? Snitch in despair, shoot off his ear\nHave his whole body shakin' in fear storm trooper fires throwin'\nLashin' out flames a few ashes, when they analyze your remains\n\nI live in the streets, reside with the toolie, I kill you like it's part\nOf my religious duty, street sweeper thug keeper sweepin' thugs\nUnder the rug even females who think they thugs trigger the release\nOf adrenaline, when I'm gangsta-trippin' like the bloods 'n' crips 'n' 'em\nUnleash the matter of energy, killin' 'em, why'd you do it?\nBecause I wasn't feelin' 'em\n\nIf I ride through the hood, smokin' a ounce of haze\nWith a shabby haircut, pants I wore for days\nAm I wrong for dat? C'mon bitch, am I wrong for dat?\nYo, if I want a fat chick that keep her toes done\nWhen they playin' my song ass spill out the thong\nAm I wrong for dat? Am I wrong for dat?\n\nI gotta, bang the boogie to that bang bang pussy\nTo that bang to the pussy the beat, beat, and if yo'\nBitch ain't sippin' that Cristal shit then she might be leavin' with D. D\nI got a hairy-ass chest, like Austin Powers, that bitch\nThat \"Stan\" drowned, I fucked around with her, act like a man\nStand on your own two, doc takin' it all, fuck who it belong to","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wrong 4 Dat\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Malpractice\n  duration_ms: 167000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This is WKYA, We Kickin' Yo' Ass radio\n  All you motherfuckers out there that wanna get down with the pound\n  Put your motherfuckin' pounds up, and start bustin' the motherfuckers\n  Am I too loud for this motherfucker? Turn me down a little bit\n  Yeah forget\n  Yeah yeah yeah\n\n  Yo, first of all I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own bills\n  Stated own real, haters gon' feel direct syndrome\n  Mouth with cold tongue, you bounty hunters be on the chase\n  For Joe Young, I won't slip keep pink slips to my car\n  I'm raw like sushi bars on boogie broads, I retrieve the money\n  Dawg Labrador, Ray Charles can see it, and Stacy Lattisaw\n\n  You get mashed out, 'cause your bird is peckin',\n  Don't be the next vinyl cut to 'Urban Legend', I can feel where you at\n  When I pound you up, you out of town coke rhymes\n  Oh you clowns is up my crew stay in the truck, can't fit in the Porsche\n  If you bitches ain't happy, then get a divorce, I'ma do what I want\n  'Cause my time is now, grab the whole rap game, and divide it down\n\n  If I wanna roll a Jeep with a seat out the back\n  Bitch feet out the back, system beat out the track\n  Am I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\n  Yo yo, if I walk into the club with my hand on my snub\n  Beatin' down security 'cause I don't give a fuck\n  Am I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\n  Yo Keith, yo yo Keith\n\n  I copped the whole box, went half with Reginald, hollow tips\n  Infrareds and clips came free and you ain't gotta believe me\n  Fuck bein' nervous far as I'm concerned they're at your funeral service\n  What do we have here? Snitch in despair, shoot off his ear\n  Have his whole body shakin' in fear storm trooper fires throwin'\n  Lashin' out flames a few ashes, when they analyze your remains\n\n  I live in the streets, reside with the toolie, I kill you like it's part\n  Of my religious duty, street sweeper thug keeper sweepin' thugs\n  Under the rug even females who think they thugs trigger the release\n  Of adrenaline, when I'm gangsta-trippin' like the bloods 'n' crips 'n' 'em\n  Unleash the matter of energy, killin' 'em, why'd you do it?\n  Because I wasn't feelin' 'em\n\n  If I ride through the hood, smokin' a ounce of haze\n  With a shabby haircut, pants I wore for days\n  Am I wrong for dat? C'mon bitch, am I wrong for dat?\n  Yo, if I want a fat chick that keep her toes done\n  When they playin' my song ass spill out the thong\n  Am I wrong for dat? Am I wrong for dat?\n\n  I gotta, bang the boogie to that bang bang pussy\n  To that bang to the pussy the beat, beat, and if yo'\n  Bitch ain't sippin' that Cristal shit then she might be leavin' with D. D\n  I got a hairy-ass chest, like Austin Powers, that bitch\n  That \"Stan\" drowned, I fucked around with her, act like a man\n  Stand on your own two, doc takin' it all, fuck who it belong to\n"},{"id":19581768,"name":"Wrong 4 Dat","trackName":"Wrong 4 Dat","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Malpractice","duration":163.398821,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This is WKYA, We Kickin' Yo' Ass radio\nAll you motherfuckers out there that wanna get down with the pound\nPut your motherfuckin' pounds up, and start bustin' the motherfuckers\nAm I too loud for this motherfucker? Turn me down a little bit\nYeah forget\nYeah yeah yeah\n\nYo, first of all I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own bills\nStated own real, haters gon' feel direct syndrome\nMouth with cold tongue, you bounty hunters be on the chase\nFor Joe Young, I won't slip keep pink slips to my car\nI'm raw like sushi bars on boogie broads, I retrieve the money\nDawg Labrador, Ray Charles can see it, and Stacy Lattisaw\n\nYou get mashed out, 'cause your bird is peckin',\nDon't be the next vinyl cut to 'Urban Legend', I can feel where you at\nWhen I pound you up, you out of town coke rhymes\nOh you clowns is up my crew stay in the truck, can't fit in the Porsche\nIf you bitches ain't happy, then get a divorce, I'ma do what I want\n'Cause my time is now, grab the whole rap game, and divide it down\n\nIf I wanna roll a Jeep with a seat out the back\nBitch feet out the back, system beat out the track\nAm I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\nYo yo, if I walk into the club with my hand on my snub\nBeatin' down security 'cause I don't give a fuck\nAm I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\nYo Keith, yo yo Keith\n\nI copped the whole box, went half with Reginald, hollow tips\nInfrareds and clips came free and you ain't gotta believe me\nFuck bein' nervous far as I'm concerned they're at your funeral service\nWhat do we have here? Snitch in despair, shoot off his ear\nHave his whole body shakin' in fear storm trooper fires throwin'\nLashin' out flames a few ashes, when they analyze your remains\n\nI live in the streets, reside with the toolie, I kill you like it's part\nOf my religious duty, street sweeper thug keeper sweepin' thugs\nUnder the rug even females who think they thugs trigger the release\nOf adrenaline, when I'm gangsta-trippin' like the bloods 'n' crips 'n' 'em\nUnleash the matter of energy, killin' 'em, why'd you do it?\nBecause I wasn't feelin' 'em\n\nIf I ride through the hood, smokin' a ounce of haze\nWith a shabby haircut, pants I wore for days\nAm I wrong for dat? C'mon bitch, am I wrong for dat?\nYo, if I want a fat chick that keep her toes done\nWhen they playin' my song ass spill out the thong\nAm I wrong for dat? Am I wrong for dat?\n\nI gotta, bang the boogie to that bang bang pussy\nTo that bang to the pussy the beat, beat, and if yo'\nBitch ain't sippin' that Cristal shit then she might be leavin' with D. D\nI got a hairy-ass chest, like Austin Powers, that bitch\nThat \"Stan\" drowned, I fucked around with her, act like a man\nStand on your own two, doc takin' it all, fuck who it belong to","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wrong 4 Dat\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Malpractice\n  duration_ms: 163399\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This is WKYA, We Kickin' Yo' Ass radio\n  All you motherfuckers out there that wanna get down with the pound\n  Put your motherfuckin' pounds up, and start bustin' the motherfuckers\n  Am I too loud for this motherfucker? Turn me down a little bit\n  Yeah forget\n  Yeah yeah yeah\n\n  Yo, first of all I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own bills\n  Stated own real, haters gon' feel direct syndrome\n  Mouth with cold tongue, you bounty hunters be on the chase\n  For Joe Young, I won't slip keep pink slips to my car\n  I'm raw like sushi bars on boogie broads, I retrieve the money\n  Dawg Labrador, Ray Charles can see it, and Stacy Lattisaw\n\n  You get mashed out, 'cause your bird is peckin',\n  Don't be the next vinyl cut to 'Urban Legend', I can feel where you at\n  When I pound you up, you out of town coke rhymes\n  Oh you clowns is up my crew stay in the truck, can't fit in the Porsche\n  If you bitches ain't happy, then get a divorce, I'ma do what I want\n  'Cause my time is now, grab the whole rap game, and divide it down\n\n  If I wanna roll a Jeep with a seat out the back\n  Bitch feet out the back, system beat out the track\n  Am I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\n  Yo yo, if I walk into the club with my hand on my snub\n  Beatin' down security 'cause I don't give a fuck\n  Am I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\n  Yo Keith, yo yo Keith\n\n  I copped the whole box, went half with Reginald, hollow tips\n  Infrareds and clips came free and you ain't gotta believe me\n  Fuck bein' nervous far as I'm concerned they're at your funeral service\n  What do we have here? Snitch in despair, shoot off his ear\n  Have his whole body shakin' in fear storm trooper fires throwin'\n  Lashin' out flames a few ashes, when they analyze your remains\n\n  I live in the streets, reside with the toolie, I kill you like it's part\n  Of my religious duty, street sweeper thug keeper sweepin' thugs\n  Under the rug even females who think they thugs trigger the release\n  Of adrenaline, when I'm gangsta-trippin' like the bloods 'n' crips 'n' 'em\n  Unleash the matter of energy, killin' 'em, why'd you do it?\n  Because I wasn't feelin' 'em\n\n  If I ride through the hood, smokin' a ounce of haze\n  With a shabby haircut, pants I wore for days\n  Am I wrong for dat? C'mon bitch, am I wrong for dat?\n  Yo, if I want a fat chick that keep her toes done\n  When they playin' my song ass spill out the thong\n  Am I wrong for dat? Am I wrong for dat?\n\n  I gotta, bang the boogie to that bang bang pussy\n  To that bang to the pussy the beat, beat, and if yo'\n  Bitch ain't sippin' that Cristal shit then she might be leavin' with D. D\n  I got a hairy-ass chest, like Austin Powers, that bitch\n  That \"Stan\" drowned, I fucked around with her, act like a man\n  Stand on your own two, doc takin' it all, fuck who it belong to\n"},{"id":31879326,"name":"Wrong 4 Dat","trackName":"Wrong 4 Dat","artistName":"Redman, Keith Murray","albumName":"Malpractice","duration":163.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This is WKYA, We Kickin' Yo' Ass radio\nAll you motherfuckers out there that wanna get down with the pound\nPut your motherfuckin' pounds up, and start bustin' the motherfuckers\nAm I too loud for this motherfucker? Turn me down a little bit\nYeah forget\nYeah yeah yeah\n\nYo, first of all I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own bills\nStated own real, haters gon' feel direct syndrome\nMouth with cold tongue, you bounty hunters be on the chase\nFor Joe Young, I won't slip keep pink slips to my car\nI'm raw like sushi bars on boogie broads, I retrieve the money\nDawg Labrador, Ray Charles can see it, and Stacy Lattisaw\n\nYou get mashed out, 'cause your bird is peckin',\nDon't be the next vinyl cut to 'Urban Legend', I can feel where you at\nWhen I pound you up, you out of town coke rhymes\nOh you clowns is up my crew stay in the truck, can't fit in the Porsche\nIf you bitches ain't happy, then get a divorce, I'ma do what I want\n'Cause my time is now, grab the whole rap game, and divide it down\n\nIf I wanna roll a Jeep with a seat out the back\nBitch feet out the back, system beat out the track\nAm I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\nYo yo, if I walk into the club with my hand on my snub\nBeatin' down security 'cause I don't give a fuck\nAm I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\nYo Keith, yo yo Keith\n\nI copped the whole box, went half with Reginald, hollow tips\nInfrareds and clips came free and you ain't gotta believe me\nFuck bein' nervous far as I'm concerned they're at your funeral service\nWhat do we have here? Snitch in despair, shoot off his ear\nHave his whole body shakin' in fear storm trooper fires throwin'\nLashin' out flames a few ashes, when they analyze your remains\n\nI live in the streets, reside with the toolie, I kill you like it's part\nOf my religious duty, street sweeper thug keeper sweepin' thugs\nUnder the rug even females who think they thugs trigger the release\nOf adrenaline, when I'm gangsta-trippin' like the bloods 'n' crips 'n' 'em\nUnleash the matter of energy, killin' 'em, why'd you do it?\nBecause I wasn't feelin' 'em\n\nIf I ride through the hood, smokin' a ounce of haze\nWith a shabby haircut, pants I wore for days\nAm I wrong for dat? C'mon bitch, am I wrong for dat?\nYo, if I want a fat chick that keep her toes done\nWhen they playin' my song ass spill out the thong\nAm I wrong for dat? Am I wrong for dat?\n\nI gotta, bang the boogie to that bang bang pussy\nTo that bang to the pussy the beat, beat, and if yo'\nBitch ain't sippin' that Cristal shit then she might be leavin' with D. D\nI got a hairy-ass chest, like Austin Powers, that bitch\nThat \"Stan\" drowned, I fucked around with her, act like a man\nStand on your own two, doc takin' it all, fuck who it belong to","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wrong 4 Dat\n  artist: Redman, Keith Murray\n  album: Malpractice\n  duration_ms: 163000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This is WKYA, We Kickin' Yo' Ass radio\n  All you motherfuckers out there that wanna get down with the pound\n  Put your motherfuckin' pounds up, and start bustin' the motherfuckers\n  Am I too loud for this motherfucker? Turn me down a little bit\n  Yeah forget\n  Yeah yeah yeah\n\n  Yo, first of all I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own bills\n  Stated own real, haters gon' feel direct syndrome\n  Mouth with cold tongue, you bounty hunters be on the chase\n  For Joe Young, I won't slip keep pink slips to my car\n  I'm raw like sushi bars on boogie broads, I retrieve the money\n  Dawg Labrador, Ray Charles can see it, and Stacy Lattisaw\n\n  You get mashed out, 'cause your bird is peckin',\n  Don't be the next vinyl cut to 'Urban Legend', I can feel where you at\n  When I pound you up, you out of town coke rhymes\n  Oh you clowns is up my crew stay in the truck, can't fit in the Porsche\n  If you bitches ain't happy, then get a divorce, I'ma do what I want\n  'Cause my time is now, grab the whole rap game, and divide it down\n\n  If I wanna roll a Jeep with a seat out the back\n  Bitch feet out the back, system beat out the track\n  Am I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\n  Yo yo, if I walk into the club with my hand on my snub\n  Beatin' down security 'cause I don't give a fuck\n  Am I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\n  Yo Keith, yo yo Keith\n\n  I copped the whole box, went half with Reginald, hollow tips\n  Infrareds and clips came free and you ain't gotta believe me\n  Fuck bein' nervous far as I'm concerned they're at your funeral service\n  What do we have here? Snitch in despair, shoot off his ear\n  Have his whole body shakin' in fear storm trooper fires throwin'\n  Lashin' out flames a few ashes, when they analyze your remains\n\n  I live in the streets, reside with the toolie, I kill you like it's part\n  Of my religious duty, street sweeper thug keeper sweepin' thugs\n  Under the rug even females who think they thugs trigger the release\n  Of adrenaline, when I'm gangsta-trippin' like the bloods 'n' crips 'n' 'em\n  Unleash the matter of energy, killin' 'em, why'd you do it?\n  Because I wasn't feelin' 'em\n\n  If I ride through the hood, smokin' a ounce of haze\n  With a shabby haircut, pants I wore for days\n  Am I wrong for dat? C'mon bitch, am I wrong for dat?\n  Yo, if I want a fat chick that keep her toes done\n  When they playin' my song ass spill out the thong\n  Am I wrong for dat? Am I wrong for dat?\n\n  I gotta, bang the boogie to that bang bang pussy\n  To that bang to the pussy the beat, beat, and if yo'\n  Bitch ain't sippin' that Cristal shit then she might be leavin' with D. D\n  I got a hairy-ass chest, like Austin Powers, that bitch\n  That \"Stan\" drowned, I fucked around with her, act like a man\n  Stand on your own two, doc takin' it all, fuck who it belong to\n"},{"id":6293358,"name":"Wrong 4 Dat","trackName":"Wrong 4 Dat","artistName":"Redman feat. Keith Murray","albumName":"Malpractice","duration":163.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This is WKYA, We Kickin' Yo' Ass radio\nAll you motherfuckers out there that wanna get down with the pound\nPut your motherfuckin' pounds up, and start bustin' the motherfuckers\nAm I too loud for this motherfucker? Turn me down a little bit\nYeah forget\nYeah yeah yeah\n\nYo, first of all I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own bills\nStated own real, haters gon' feel direct syndrome\nMouth with cold tongue, you bounty hunters be on the chase\nFor Joe Young, I won't slip keep pink slips to my car\nI'm raw like sushi bars on boogie broads, I retrieve the money\nDawg Labrador, Ray Charles can see it, and Stacy Lattisaw\n\nYou get mashed out, 'cause your bird is peckin',\nDon't be the next vinyl cut to 'Urban Legend', I can feel where you at\nWhen I pound you up, you out of town coke rhymes\nOh you clowns is up my crew stay in the truck, can't fit in the Porsche\nIf you bitches ain't happy, then get a divorce, I'ma do what I want\n'Cause my time is now, grab the whole rap game, and divide it down\n\nIf I wanna roll a Jeep with a seat out the back\nBitch feet out the back, system beat out the track\nAm I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\nYo yo, if I walk into the club with my hand on my snub\nBeatin' down security 'cause I don't give a fuck\nAm I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\nYo Keith, yo yo Keith\n\nI copped the whole box, went half with Reginald, hollow tips\nInfrareds and clips came free and you ain't gotta believe me\nFuck bein' nervous far as I'm concerned they're at your funeral service\nWhat do we have here? Snitch in despair, shoot off his ear\nHave his whole body shakin' in fear storm trooper fires throwin'\nLashin' out flames a few ashes, when they analyze your remains\n\nI live in the streets, reside with the toolie, I kill you like it's part\nOf my religious duty, street sweeper thug keeper sweepin' thugs\nUnder the rug even females who think they thugs trigger the release\nOf adrenaline, when I'm gangsta-trippin' like the bloods 'n' crips 'n' 'em\nUnleash the matter of energy, killin' 'em, why'd you do it?\nBecause I wasn't feelin' 'em\n\nIf I ride through the hood, smokin' a ounce of haze\nWith a shabby haircut, pants I wore for days\nAm I wrong for dat? C'mon bitch, am I wrong for dat?\nYo, if I want a fat chick that keep her toes done\nWhen they playin' my song ass spill out the thong\nAm I wrong for dat? Am I wrong for dat?\n\nI gotta, bang the boogie to that bang bang pussy\nTo that bang to the pussy the beat, beat, and if yo'\nBitch ain't sippin' that Cristal shit then she might be leavin' with D. D\nI got a hairy-ass chest, like Austin Powers, that bitch\nThat \"Stan\" drowned, I fucked around with her, act like a man\nStand on your own two, doc takin' it all, fuck who it belong to","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wrong 4 Dat\n  artist: Redman feat. Keith Murray\n  album: Malpractice\n  duration_ms: 163000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This is WKYA, We Kickin' Yo' Ass radio\n  All you motherfuckers out there that wanna get down with the pound\n  Put your motherfuckin' pounds up, and start bustin' the motherfuckers\n  Am I too loud for this motherfucker? Turn me down a little bit\n  Yeah forget\n  Yeah yeah yeah\n\n  Yo, first of all I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own bills\n  Stated own real, haters gon' feel direct syndrome\n  Mouth with cold tongue, you bounty hunters be on the chase\n  For Joe Young, I won't slip keep pink slips to my car\n  I'm raw like sushi bars on boogie broads, I retrieve the money\n  Dawg Labrador, Ray Charles can see it, and Stacy Lattisaw\n\n  You get mashed out, 'cause your bird is peckin',\n  Don't be the next vinyl cut to 'Urban Legend', I can feel where you at\n  When I pound you up, you out of town coke rhymes\n  Oh you clowns is up my crew stay in the truck, can't fit in the Porsche\n  If you bitches ain't happy, then get a divorce, I'ma do what I want\n  'Cause my time is now, grab the whole rap game, and divide it down\n\n  If I wanna roll a Jeep with a seat out the back\n  Bitch feet out the back, system beat out the track\n  Am I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\n  Yo yo, if I walk into the club with my hand on my snub\n  Beatin' down security 'cause I don't give a fuck\n  Am I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\n  Yo Keith, yo yo Keith\n\n  I copped the whole box, went half with Reginald, hollow tips\n  Infrareds and clips came free and you ain't gotta believe me\n  Fuck bein' nervous far as I'm concerned they're at your funeral service\n  What do we have here? Snitch in despair, shoot off his ear\n  Have his whole body shakin' in fear storm trooper fires throwin'\n  Lashin' out flames a few ashes, when they analyze your remains\n\n  I live in the streets, reside with the toolie, I kill you like it's part\n  Of my religious duty, street sweeper thug keeper sweepin' thugs\n  Under the rug even females who think they thugs trigger the release\n  Of adrenaline, when I'm gangsta-trippin' like the bloods 'n' crips 'n' 'em\n  Unleash the matter of energy, killin' 'em, why'd you do it?\n  Because I wasn't feelin' 'em\n\n  If I ride through the hood, smokin' a ounce of haze\n  With a shabby haircut, pants I wore for days\n  Am I wrong for dat? C'mon bitch, am I wrong for dat?\n  Yo, if I want a fat chick that keep her toes done\n  When they playin' my song ass spill out the thong\n  Am I wrong for dat? Am I wrong for dat?\n\n  I gotta, bang the boogie to that bang bang pussy\n  To that bang to the pussy the beat, beat, and if yo'\n  Bitch ain't sippin' that Cristal shit then she might be leavin' with D. D\n  I got a hairy-ass chest, like Austin Powers, that bitch\n  That \"Stan\" drowned, I fucked around with her, act like a man\n  Stand on your own two, doc takin' it all, fuck who it belong to\n"},{"id":14253557,"name":"Wrong 4 Dat","trackName":"Wrong 4 Dat","artistName":"Redman feat. Murray, Keith","albumName":"Malpractice","duration":163.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This is WKYA, We Kickin' Yo' Ass radio\nAll you motherfuckers out there that wanna get down with the pound\nPut your motherfuckin' pounds up, and start bustin' the motherfuckers\nAm I too loud for this motherfucker? Turn me down a little bit\nYeah forget\nYeah yeah yeah\n\nYo, first of all I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own bills\nStated own real, haters gon' feel direct syndrome\nMouth with cold tongue, you bounty hunters be on the chase\nFor Joe Young, I won't slip keep pink slips to my car\nI'm raw like sushi bars on boogie broads, I retrieve the money\nDawg Labrador, Ray Charles can see it, and Stacy Lattisaw\n\nYou get mashed out, 'cause your bird is peckin',\nDon't be the next vinyl cut to 'Urban Legend', I can feel where you at\nWhen I pound you up, you out of town coke rhymes\nOh you clowns is up my crew stay in the truck, can't fit in the Porsche\nIf you bitches ain't happy, then get a divorce, I'ma do what I want\n'Cause my time is now, grab the whole rap game, and divide it down\n\nIf I wanna roll a Jeep with a seat out the back\nBitch feet out the back, system beat out the track\nAm I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\nYo yo, if I walk into the club with my hand on my snub\nBeatin' down security 'cause I don't give a fuck\nAm I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\nYo Keith, yo yo Keith\n\nI copped the whole box, went half with Reginald, hollow tips\nInfrareds and clips came free and you ain't gotta believe me\nFuck bein' nervous far as I'm concerned they're at your funeral service\nWhat do we have here? 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Am I wrong for dat?\n\nI gotta, bang the boogie to that bang bang pussy\nTo that bang to the pussy the beat, beat, and if yo'\nBitch ain't sippin' that Cristal shit then she might be leavin' with D. D\nI got a hairy-ass chest, like Austin Powers, that bitch\nThat \"Stan\" drowned, I fucked around with her, act like a man\nStand on your own two, doc takin' it all, fuck who it belong to","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wrong 4 Dat\n  artist: Redman feat. Murray, Keith\n  album: Malpractice\n  duration_ms: 163000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This is WKYA, We Kickin' Yo' Ass radio\n  All you motherfuckers out there that wanna get down with the pound\n  Put your motherfuckin' pounds up, and start bustin' the motherfuckers\n  Am I too loud for this motherfucker? Turn me down a little bit\n  Yeah forget\n  Yeah yeah yeah\n\n  Yo, first of all I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own bills\n  Stated own real, haters gon' feel direct syndrome\n  Mouth with cold tongue, you bounty hunters be on the chase\n  For Joe Young, I won't slip keep pink slips to my car\n  I'm raw like sushi bars on boogie broads, I retrieve the money\n  Dawg Labrador, Ray Charles can see it, and Stacy Lattisaw\n\n  You get mashed out, 'cause your bird is peckin',\n  Don't be the next vinyl cut to 'Urban Legend', I can feel where you at\n  When I pound you up, you out of town coke rhymes\n  Oh you clowns is up my crew stay in the truck, can't fit in the Porsche\n  If you bitches ain't happy, then get a divorce, I'ma do what I want\n  'Cause my time is now, grab the whole rap game, and divide it down\n\n  If I wanna roll a Jeep with a seat out the back\n  Bitch feet out the back, system beat out the track\n  Am I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\n  Yo yo, if I walk into the club with my hand on my snub\n  Beatin' down security 'cause I don't give a fuck\n  Am I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\n  Yo Keith, yo yo Keith\n\n  I copped the whole box, went half with Reginald, hollow tips\n  Infrareds and clips came free and you ain't gotta believe me\n  Fuck bein' nervous far as I'm concerned they're at your funeral service\n  What do we have here? Snitch in despair, shoot off his ear\n  Have his whole body shakin' in fear storm trooper fires throwin'\n  Lashin' out flames a few ashes, when they analyze your remains\n\n  I live in the streets, reside with the toolie, I kill you like it's part\n  Of my religious duty, street sweeper thug keeper sweepin' thugs\n  Under the rug even females who think they thugs trigger the release\n  Of adrenaline, when I'm gangsta-trippin' like the bloods 'n' crips 'n' 'em\n  Unleash the matter of energy, killin' 'em, why'd you do it?\n  Because I wasn't feelin' 'em\n\n  If I ride through the hood, smokin' a ounce of haze\n  With a shabby haircut, pants I wore for days\n  Am I wrong for dat? C'mon bitch, am I wrong for dat?\n  Yo, if I want a fat chick that keep her toes done\n  When they playin' my song ass spill out the thong\n  Am I wrong for dat? Am I wrong for dat?\n\n  I gotta, bang the boogie to that bang bang pussy\n  To that bang to the pussy the beat, beat, and if yo'\n  Bitch ain't sippin' that Cristal shit then she might be leavin' with D. D\n  I got a hairy-ass chest, like Austin Powers, that bitch\n  That \"Stan\" drowned, I fucked around with her, act like a man\n  Stand on your own two, doc takin' it all, fuck who it belong to\n"},{"id":36890805,"name":"Wrong 4 Dat","trackName":"Wrong 4 Dat","artistName":"Redman feat. Keith Murray","albumName":"Malpractice","duration":167.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This is WKYA, We Kickin' Yo' Ass radio\nAll you motherfuckers out there that wanna get down with the pound\nPut your motherfuckin' pounds up, and start bustin' the motherfuckers\nAm I too loud for this motherfucker? Turn me down a little bit\nYeah forget\nYeah yeah yeah\n\nYo, first of all I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own bills\nStated own real, haters gon' feel direct syndrome\nMouth with cold tongue, you bounty hunters be on the chase\nFor Joe Young, I won't slip keep pink slips to my car\nI'm raw like sushi bars on boogie broads, I retrieve the money\nDawg Labrador, Ray Charles can see it, and Stacy Lattisaw\n\nYou get mashed out, 'cause your bird is peckin',\nDon't be the next vinyl cut to 'Urban Legend', I can feel where you at\nWhen I pound you up, you out of town coke rhymes\nOh you clowns is up my crew stay in the truck, can't fit in the Porsche\nIf you bitches ain't happy, then get a divorce, I'ma do what I want\n'Cause my time is now, grab the whole rap game, and divide it down\n\nIf I wanna roll a Jeep with a seat out the back\nBitch feet out the back, system beat out the track\nAm I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\nYo yo, if I walk into the club with my hand on my snub\nBeatin' down security 'cause I don't give a fuck\nAm I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\nYo Keith, yo yo Keith\n\nI copped the whole box, went half with Reginald, hollow tips\nInfrareds and clips came free and you ain't gotta believe me\nFuck bein' nervous far as I'm concerned they're at your funeral service\nWhat do we have here? Snitch in despair, shoot off his ear\nHave his whole body shakin' in fear storm trooper fires throwin'\nLashin' out flames a few ashes, when they analyze your remains\n\nI live in the streets, reside with the toolie, I kill you like it's part\nOf my religious duty, street sweeper thug keeper sweepin' thugs\nUnder the rug even females who think they thugs trigger the release\nOf adrenaline, when I'm gangsta-trippin' like the bloods 'n' crips 'n' 'em\nUnleash the matter of energy, killin' 'em, why'd you do it?\nBecause I wasn't feelin' 'em\n\nIf I ride through the hood, smokin' a ounce of haze\nWith a shabby haircut, pants I wore for days\nAm I wrong for dat? C'mon bitch, am I wrong for dat?\nYo, if I want a fat chick that keep her toes done\nWhen they playin' my song ass spill out the thong\nAm I wrong for dat? Am I wrong for dat?\n\nI gotta, bang the boogie to that bang bang pussy\nTo that bang to the pussy the beat, beat, and if yo'\nBitch ain't sippin' that Cristal shit then she might be leavin' with D. D\nI got a hairy-ass chest, like Austin Powers, that bitch\nThat \"Stan\" drowned, I fucked around with her, act like a man\nStand on your own two, doc takin' it all, fuck who it belong to","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wrong 4 Dat\n  artist: Redman feat. Keith Murray\n  album: Malpractice\n  duration_ms: 167000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This is WKYA, We Kickin' Yo' Ass radio\n  All you motherfuckers out there that wanna get down with the pound\n  Put your motherfuckin' pounds up, and start bustin' the motherfuckers\n  Am I too loud for this motherfucker? Turn me down a little bit\n  Yeah forget\n  Yeah yeah yeah\n\n  Yo, first of all I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own bills\n  Stated own real, haters gon' feel direct syndrome\n  Mouth with cold tongue, you bounty hunters be on the chase\n  For Joe Young, I won't slip keep pink slips to my car\n  I'm raw like sushi bars on boogie broads, I retrieve the money\n  Dawg Labrador, Ray Charles can see it, and Stacy Lattisaw\n\n  You get mashed out, 'cause your bird is peckin',\n  Don't be the next vinyl cut to 'Urban Legend', I can feel where you at\n  When I pound you up, you out of town coke rhymes\n  Oh you clowns is up my crew stay in the truck, can't fit in the Porsche\n  If you bitches ain't happy, then get a divorce, I'ma do what I want\n  'Cause my time is now, grab the whole rap game, and divide it down\n\n  If I wanna roll a Jeep with a seat out the back\n  Bitch feet out the back, system beat out the track\n  Am I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\n  Yo yo, if I walk into the club with my hand on my snub\n  Beatin' down security 'cause I don't give a fuck\n  Am I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\n  Yo Keith, yo yo Keith\n\n  I copped the whole box, went half with Reginald, hollow tips\n  Infrareds and clips came free and you ain't gotta believe me\n  Fuck bein' nervous far as I'm concerned they're at your funeral service\n  What do we have here? Snitch in despair, shoot off his ear\n  Have his whole body shakin' in fear storm trooper fires throwin'\n  Lashin' out flames a few ashes, when they analyze your remains\n\n  I live in the streets, reside with the toolie, I kill you like it's part\n  Of my religious duty, street sweeper thug keeper sweepin' thugs\n  Under the rug even females who think they thugs trigger the release\n  Of adrenaline, when I'm gangsta-trippin' like the bloods 'n' crips 'n' 'em\n  Unleash the matter of energy, killin' 'em, why'd you do it?\n  Because I wasn't feelin' 'em\n\n  If I ride through the hood, smokin' a ounce of haze\n  With a shabby haircut, pants I wore for days\n  Am I wrong for dat? C'mon bitch, am I wrong for dat?\n  Yo, if I want a fat chick that keep her toes done\n  When they playin' my song ass spill out the thong\n  Am I wrong for dat? 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Turn me down a little bit\nYeah forget\nYeah yeah yeah\n\nYo, first of all I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own bills\nStated own real, haters gon' feel direct syndrome\nMouth with cold tongue, you bounty hunters be on the chase\nFor Joe Young, I won't slip keep pink slips to my car\nI'm raw like sushi bars on boogie broads, I retrieve the money\nDawg Labrador, Ray Charles can see it, and Stacy Lattisaw\n\nYou get mashed out, 'cause your bird is peckin',\nDon't be the next vinyl cut to 'Urban Legend', I can feel where you at\nWhen I pound you up, you out of town coke rhymes\nOh you clowns is up my crew stay in the truck, can't fit in the Porsche\nIf you bitches ain't happy, then get a divorce, I'ma do what I want\n'Cause my time is now, grab the whole rap game, and divide it down\n\nIf I wanna roll a Jeep with a seat out the back\nBitch feet out the back, system beat out the track\nAm I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\nYo yo, if I walk into the club with my hand on my snub\nBeatin' down security 'cause I don't give a fuck\nAm I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\nYo Keith, yo yo Keith\n\nI copped the whole box, went half with Reginald, hollow tips\nInfrareds and clips came free and you ain't gotta believe me\nFuck bein' nervous far as I'm concerned they're at your funeral service\nWhat do we have here? 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Am I wrong for dat?\n\nI gotta, bang the boogie to that bang bang pussy\nTo that bang to the pussy the beat, beat, and if yo'\nBitch ain't sippin' that Cristal shit then she might be leavin' with D. D\nI got a hairy-ass chest, like Austin Powers, that bitch\nThat \"Stan\" drowned, I fucked around with her, act like a man\nStand on your own two, doc takin' it all, fuck who it belong to","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wrong 4 Dat (feat. Keith Murray)\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Malpractice\n  duration_ms: 163000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This is WKYA, We Kickin' Yo' Ass radio\n  All you motherfuckers out there that wanna get down with the pound\n  Put your motherfuckin' pounds up, and start bustin' the motherfuckers\n  Am I too loud for this motherfucker? Turn me down a little bit\n  Yeah forget\n  Yeah yeah yeah\n\n  Yo, first of all I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own bills\n  Stated own real, haters gon' feel direct syndrome\n  Mouth with cold tongue, you bounty hunters be on the chase\n  For Joe Young, I won't slip keep pink slips to my car\n  I'm raw like sushi bars on boogie broads, I retrieve the money\n  Dawg Labrador, Ray Charles can see it, and Stacy Lattisaw\n\n  You get mashed out, 'cause your bird is peckin',\n  Don't be the next vinyl cut to 'Urban Legend', I can feel where you at\n  When I pound you up, you out of town coke rhymes\n  Oh you clowns is up my crew stay in the truck, can't fit in the Porsche\n  If you bitches ain't happy, then get a divorce, I'ma do what I want\n  'Cause my time is now, grab the whole rap game, and divide it down\n\n  If I wanna roll a Jeep with a seat out the back\n  Bitch feet out the back, system beat out the track\n  Am I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\n  Yo yo, if I walk into the club with my hand on my snub\n  Beatin' down security 'cause I don't give a fuck\n  Am I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\n  Yo Keith, yo yo Keith\n\n  I copped the whole box, went half with Reginald, hollow tips\n  Infrareds and clips came free and you ain't gotta believe me\n  Fuck bein' nervous far as I'm concerned they're at your funeral service\n  What do we have here? Snitch in despair, shoot off his ear\n  Have his whole body shakin' in fear storm trooper fires throwin'\n  Lashin' out flames a few ashes, when they analyze your remains\n\n  I live in the streets, reside with the toolie, I kill you like it's part\n  Of my religious duty, street sweeper thug keeper sweepin' thugs\n  Under the rug even females who think they thugs trigger the release\n  Of adrenaline, when I'm gangsta-trippin' like the bloods 'n' crips 'n' 'em\n  Unleash the matter of energy, killin' 'em, why'd you do it?\n  Because I wasn't feelin' 'em\n\n  If I ride through the hood, smokin' a ounce of haze\n  With a shabby haircut, pants I wore for days\n  Am I wrong for dat? C'mon bitch, am I wrong for dat?\n  Yo, if I want a fat chick that keep her toes done\n  When they playin' my song ass spill out the thong\n  Am I wrong for dat? 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Turn me down a little bit\nYeah forget\nYeah yeah yeah\n\nYo, first of all I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own bills\nStated own real, haters gon' feel direct syndrome\nMouth with cold tongue, you bounty hunters be on the chase\nFor Joe Young, I won't slip keep pink slips to my car\nI'm raw like sushi bars on boogie broads, I retrieve the money\nDawg Labrador, Ray Charles can see it, and Stacy Lattisaw\n\nYou get mashed out, 'cause your bird is peckin',\nDon't be the next vinyl cut to 'Urban Legend', I can feel where you at\nWhen I pound you up, you out of town coke rhymes\nOh you clowns is up my crew stay in the truck, can't fit in the Porsche\nIf you bitches ain't happy, then get a divorce, I'ma do what I want\n'Cause my time is now, grab the whole rap game, and divide it down\n\nIf I wanna roll a Jeep with a seat out the back\nBitch feet out the back, system beat out the track\nAm I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\nYo yo, if I walk into the club with my hand on my snub\nBeatin' down security 'cause I don't give a fuck\nAm I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\nYo Keith, yo yo Keith\n\nI copped the whole box, went half with Reginald, hollow tips\nInfrareds and clips came free and you ain't gotta believe me\nFuck bein' nervous far as I'm concerned they're at your funeral service\nWhat do we have here? 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Am I wrong for dat?\n\nI gotta, bang the boogie to that bang bang pussy\nTo that bang to the pussy the beat, beat, and if yo'\nBitch ain't sippin' that Cristal shit then she might be leavin' with D. D\nI got a hairy-ass chest, like Austin Powers, that bitch\nThat \"Stan\" drowned, I fucked around with her, act like a man\nStand on your own two, doc takin' it all, fuck who it belong to","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wrong 4 Dat (Album Version Edited)\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Malpractice\n  duration_ms: 167227\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This is WKYA, We Kickin' Yo' Ass radio\n  All you motherfuckers out there that wanna get down with the pound\n  Put your motherfuckin' pounds up, and start bustin' the motherfuckers\n  Am I too loud for this motherfucker? Turn me down a little bit\n  Yeah forget\n  Yeah yeah yeah\n\n  Yo, first of all I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own bills\n  Stated own real, haters gon' feel direct syndrome\n  Mouth with cold tongue, you bounty hunters be on the chase\n  For Joe Young, I won't slip keep pink slips to my car\n  I'm raw like sushi bars on boogie broads, I retrieve the money\n  Dawg Labrador, Ray Charles can see it, and Stacy Lattisaw\n\n  You get mashed out, 'cause your bird is peckin',\n  Don't be the next vinyl cut to 'Urban Legend', I can feel where you at\n  When I pound you up, you out of town coke rhymes\n  Oh you clowns is up my crew stay in the truck, can't fit in the Porsche\n  If you bitches ain't happy, then get a divorce, I'ma do what I want\n  'Cause my time is now, grab the whole rap game, and divide it down\n\n  If I wanna roll a Jeep with a seat out the back\n  Bitch feet out the back, system beat out the track\n  Am I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\n  Yo yo, if I walk into the club with my hand on my snub\n  Beatin' down security 'cause I don't give a fuck\n  Am I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\n  Yo Keith, yo yo Keith\n\n  I copped the whole box, went half with Reginald, hollow tips\n  Infrareds and clips came free and you ain't gotta believe me\n  Fuck bein' nervous far as I'm concerned they're at your funeral service\n  What do we have here? 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Turn me down a little bit\nYeah forget\nYeah yeah yeah\n\nYo, first of all I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own bills\nStated own real, haters gon' feel direct syndrome\nMouth with cold tongue, you bounty hunters be on the chase\nFor Joe Young, I won't slip keep pink slips to my car\nI'm raw like sushi bars on boogie broads, I retrieve the money\nDawg Labrador, Ray Charles can see it, and Stacy Lattisaw\n\nYou get mashed out, 'cause your bird is peckin',\nDon't be the next vinyl cut to 'Urban Legend', I can feel where you at\nWhen I pound you up, you out of town coke rhymes\nOh you clowns is up my crew stay in the truck, can't fit in the Porsche\nIf you bitches ain't happy, then get a divorce, I'ma do what I want\n'Cause my time is now, grab the whole rap game, and divide it down\n\nIf I wanna roll a Jeep with a seat out the back\nBitch feet out the back, system beat out the track\nAm I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\nYo yo, if I walk into the club with my hand on my snub\nBeatin' down security 'cause I don't give a fuck\nAm I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\nYo Keith, yo yo Keith\n\nI copped the whole box, went half with Reginald, hollow tips\nInfrareds and clips came free and you ain't gotta believe me\nFuck bein' nervous far as I'm concerned they're at your funeral service\nWhat do we have here? Snitch in despair, shoot off his ear\nHave his whole body shakin' in fear storm trooper fires throwin'\nLashin' out flames a few ashes, when they analyze your remains\n\nI live in the streets, reside with the toolie, I kill you like it's part\nOf my religious duty, street sweeper thug keeper sweepin' thugs\nUnder the rug even females who think they thugs trigger the release\nOf adrenaline, when I'm gangsta-trippin' like the bloods 'n' crips 'n' 'em\nUnleash the matter of energy, killin' 'em, why'd you do it?\nBecause I wasn't feelin' 'em\n\nIf I ride through the hood, smokin' a ounce of haze\nWith a shabby haircut, pants I wore for days\nAm I wrong for dat? C'mon bitch, am I wrong for dat?\nYo, if I want a fat chick that keep her toes done\nWhen they playin' my song ass spill out the thong\nAm I wrong for dat? Am I wrong for dat?\n\nI gotta, bang the boogie to that bang bang pussy\nTo that bang to the pussy the beat, beat, and if yo'\nBitch ain't sippin' that Cristal shit then she might be leavin' with D. D\nI got a hairy-ass chest, like Austin Powers, that bitch\nThat \"Stan\" drowned, I fucked around with her, act like a man\nStand on your own two, doc takin' it all, fuck who it belong to","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wrong 4 Dat ft Keith Murray\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Malpractice\n  duration_ms: 163299\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This is WKYA, We Kickin' Yo' Ass radio\n  All you motherfuckers out there that wanna get down with the pound\n  Put your motherfuckin' pounds up, and start bustin' the motherfuckers\n  Am I too loud for this motherfucker? Turn me down a little bit\n  Yeah forget\n  Yeah yeah yeah\n\n  Yo, first of all I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own bills\n  Stated own real, haters gon' feel direct syndrome\n  Mouth with cold tongue, you bounty hunters be on the chase\n  For Joe Young, I won't slip keep pink slips to my car\n  I'm raw like sushi bars on boogie broads, I retrieve the money\n  Dawg Labrador, Ray Charles can see it, and Stacy Lattisaw\n\n  You get mashed out, 'cause your bird is peckin',\n  Don't be the next vinyl cut to 'Urban Legend', I can feel where you at\n  When I pound you up, you out of town coke rhymes\n  Oh you clowns is up my crew stay in the truck, can't fit in the Porsche\n  If you bitches ain't happy, then get a divorce, I'ma do what I want\n  'Cause my time is now, grab the whole rap game, and divide it down\n\n  If I wanna roll a Jeep with a seat out the back\n  Bitch feet out the back, system beat out the track\n  Am I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\n  Yo yo, if I walk into the club with my hand on my snub\n  Beatin' down security 'cause I don't give a fuck\n  Am I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?\n  Yo Keith, yo yo Keith\n\n  I copped the whole box, went half with Reginald, hollow tips\n  Infrareds and clips came free and you ain't gotta believe me\n  Fuck bein' nervous far as I'm concerned they're at your funeral service\n  What do we have here? Snitch in despair, shoot off his ear\n  Have his whole body shakin' in fear storm trooper fires throwin'\n  Lashin' out flames a few ashes, when they analyze your remains\n\n  I live in the streets, reside with the toolie, I kill you like it's part\n  Of my religious duty, street sweeper thug keeper sweepin' thugs\n  Under the rug even females who think they thugs trigger the release\n  Of adrenaline, when I'm gangsta-trippin' like the bloods 'n' crips 'n' 'em\n  Unleash the matter of energy, killin' 'em, why'd you do it?\n  Because I wasn't feelin' 'em\n\n  If I ride through the hood, smokin' a ounce of haze\n  With a shabby haircut, pants I wore for days\n  Am I wrong for dat? C'mon bitch, am I wrong for dat?\n  Yo, if I want a fat chick that keep her toes done\n  When they playin' my song ass spill out the thong\n  Am I wrong for dat? Am I wrong for dat?\n\n  I gotta, bang the boogie to that bang bang pussy\n  To that bang to the pussy the beat, beat, and if yo'\n  Bitch ain't sippin' that Cristal shit then she might be leavin' with D. D\n  I got a hairy-ass chest, like Austin Powers, that bitch\n  That \"Stan\" drowned, I fucked around with her, act like a man\n  Stand on your own two, doc takin' it all, fuck who it belong to\n"}]