[{"id":24016279,"name":"We Different (feat. E-40 & V White)","trackName":"We Different (feat. E-40 & V White)","artistName":"Richie Rich","albumName":"Richard","duration":224.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I slid the corner in my seven deuce\nSeven deuce\nThese niggas think that thing a 442\n442\nI got Forgis on that bitch\nI got all cancer\nReal life\nYou got the right questions, homie, just the wrong answers\nWrong answers\nI'm with Rigga, I'm with Peezy, I'm with B-Legit\nI'm with B-Legit\nAnd if you smoking like I'm smoking, nigga, keep it lit\nKeep it lit\nI'm a player, I'm a boss, I'm a dog\nI'm a dog\nTeam clean whips, two boats, and four hogs, nigga\nLook, your little bitch, she don't stand a chance\nShe don't stand a chance\nSo I curved her and told her she could fuck my man\nFuck my guy\nPlayer shit, real niggas do it all the time\nDo it all the time\nSo a friend of yours might just be a friend of mine\nIs a friend of mine\nHey Junior, nigga, show me how that bird walk\nHow that bird walk\n'Cause I could still remember how them birds talk\n'Member how them birds talk\nWanna hide it from a nigga, put it in a book\nPut it in a book\nI bet them dumb niggas'll never look\nWe different\nNo more curb serving, no more kitchen\nNo more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken\nHeavy on the veggies, only Zahs, never Reggies\nI'm tryna tell you, boy, this shit is heavy\nLook, we different\nNo more curb serving, no more kitchen\nNo more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken\nHeavy on the veggies, only Zahs, never Reggies\nI'm tryna tell you, boy, this shit is heavy\nLook\nYou outta pocket if you ain't smoking on exotic\nGet Taco Tuesdays with my mack, it be so melodic\nWhat's the skinny on the pack stacked up in the closet?\nA B-O-X-to-T-E-X'll turn a nice profit\nHit Pappadeaux, grab some gumbo, you can hold the sausage\nIntercontinental, chilling with a goddess\nPulling her pants down while she yelling out, \"Daddy\nStop it.\" The shaft of my rod pulsating while she top it\nI'm agricultural, and that, the boat show\nIt's only right 'cause I need to haul a boat load\nCadillac truck, pull a trailer while in tow mode\nTinted privacy glass while sipping on some Lobos\nIt's V-White and Double with the slow flow\nSkating on this beat like we own the flo' at Mojo's\nPull a ho in any environment without a logo, and if\nYou kind of foe, it's only right I throw you four more\nWe different\nNo more curb serving, no more kitchen\nNo more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken\nHeavy on the veggies, only Zahs, never Reggies\nI'm tryna tell you, boy, this shit is heavy\nLook, we different\nNo more curb serving, no more kitchen\nNo more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken\nHeavy on the veggies, only Zahs, never Reggies\nI'm tryna tell you, boy, this shit is heavy\nLook\nWhen I was flea-flicking yola up in the summer of '86\n'6\nI never thought I'd go from Motel 6 up to the Ritz\nRitz\nI never thought I'd make it up out the trenches of this Earth\nBack in my days, it used to be ass last, purse first\nBack in my days, over a skirt, they turn your truck into a hearse\nBack in my days, they used to funk and go to war over a turf\nAnybody can be disciplined\nDisciplined\nAnybody can be punished\nPunished\nAnybody can be checked for breaking the rules and not being a hundred\nHundred\nStay ready, ain't gotta get ready, that's what legends say\nDon't get your eggs scrambled up when you out here visiting the Bay\nUh\nThey'll make some fireworks like it's Independence Day\nYou fuckers better not think it's sweet\nLike it's cupcakes or crème brûlée\nUh\nWhen you different, you're different\nSave your money or you can spend it\nSpend it\nI'ma follow my calling to stay balling like God intended\n'Tended\nHad my own plans with no helping hands, we was independent\n'Pendent\nIf you ain't got me all up in your top 10, then I feel offended\nBiatch\nWe different\nNo more curb serving, no more kitchen\nNo more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken\nHeavy on the veggies, only Zahs, never Reggies\nI'm tryna tell you, boy, this shit is heavy\nLook, we different\nNo more curb serving, no more kitchen\nNo more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken\nHeavy on the veggies, only Zahs, never Reggies\nI'm tryna tell you, boy, this shit is heavy\nLook","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Different (feat. E-40 & V White)\n  artist: Richie Rich\n  album: Richard\n  duration_ms: 224000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I slid the corner in my seven deuce\n  Seven deuce\n  These niggas think that thing a 442\n  442\n  I got Forgis on that bitch\n  I got all cancer\n  Real life\n  You got the right questions, homie, just the wrong answers\n  Wrong answers\n  I'm with Rigga, I'm with Peezy, I'm with B-Legit\n  I'm with B-Legit\n  And if you smoking like I'm smoking, nigga, keep it lit\n  Keep it lit\n  I'm a player, I'm a boss, I'm a dog\n  I'm a dog\n  Team clean whips, two boats, and four hogs, nigga\n  Look, your little bitch, she don't stand a chance\n  She don't stand a chance\n  So I curved her and told her she could fuck my man\n  Fuck my guy\n  Player shit, real niggas do it all the time\n  Do it all the time\n  So a friend of yours might just be a friend of mine\n  Is a friend of mine\n  Hey Junior, nigga, show me how that bird walk\n  How that bird walk\n  'Cause I could still remember how them birds talk\n  'Member how them birds talk\n  Wanna hide it from a nigga, put it in a book\n  Put it in a book\n  I bet them dumb niggas'll never look\n  We different\n  No more curb serving, no more kitchen\n  No more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken\n  Heavy on the veggies, only Zahs, never Reggies\n  I'm tryna tell you, boy, this shit is heavy\n  Look, we different\n  No more curb serving, no more kitchen\n  No more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken\n  Heavy on the veggies, only Zahs, never Reggies\n  I'm tryna tell you, boy, this shit is heavy\n  Look\n  You outta pocket if you ain't smoking on exotic\n  Get Taco Tuesdays with my mack, it be so melodic\n  What's the skinny on the pack stacked up in the closet?\n  A B-O-X-to-T-E-X'll turn a nice profit\n  Hit Pappadeaux, grab some gumbo, you can hold the sausage\n  Intercontinental, chilling with a goddess\n  Pulling her pants down while she yelling out, \"Daddy\n  Stop it.\" The shaft of my rod pulsating while she top it\n  I'm agricultural, and that, the boat show\n  It's only right 'cause I need to haul a boat load\n  Cadillac truck, pull a trailer while in tow mode\n  Tinted privacy glass while sipping on some Lobos\n  It's V-White and Double with the slow flow\n  Skating on this beat like we own the flo' at Mojo's\n  Pull a ho in any environment without a logo, and if\n  You kind of foe, it's only right I throw you four more\n  We different\n  No more curb serving, no more kitchen\n  No more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken\n  Heavy on the veggies, only Zahs, never Reggies\n  I'm tryna tell you, boy, this shit is heavy\n  Look, we different\n  No more curb serving, no more kitchen\n  No more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken\n  Heavy on the veggies, only Zahs, never Reggies\n  I'm tryna tell you, boy, this shit is heavy\n  Look\n  When I was flea-flicking yola up in the summer of '86\n  '6\n  I never thought I'd go from Motel 6 up to the Ritz\n  Ritz\n  I never thought I'd make it up out the trenches of this Earth\n  Back in my days, it used to be ass last, purse first\n  Back in my days, over a skirt, they turn your truck into a hearse\n  Back in my days, they used to funk and go to war over a turf\n  Anybody can be disciplined\n  Disciplined\n  Anybody can be punished\n  Punished\n  Anybody can be checked for breaking the rules and not being a hundred\n  Hundred\n  Stay ready, ain't gotta get ready, that's what legends say\n  Don't get your eggs scrambled up when you out here visiting the Bay\n  Uh\n  They'll make some fireworks like it's Independence Day\n  You fuckers better not think it's sweet\n  Like it's cupcakes or crème brûlée\n  Uh\n  When you different, you're different\n  Save your money or you can spend it\n  Spend it\n  I'ma follow my calling to stay balling like God intended\n  'Tended\n  Had my own plans with no helping hands, we was independent\n  'Pendent\n  If you ain't got me all up in your top 10, then I feel offended\n  Biatch\n  We different\n  No more curb serving, no more kitchen\n  No more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken\n  Heavy on the veggies, only Zahs, never Reggies\n  I'm tryna tell you, boy, this shit is heavy\n  Look, we different\n  No more curb serving, no more kitchen\n  No more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken\n  Heavy on the veggies, only Zahs, never Reggies\n  I'm tryna tell you, boy, this shit is heavy\n  Look\n"},{"id":23809335,"name":"We Different feat. E-40 & V White","trackName":"We Different feat. E-40 & V White","artistName":"Richie Rich","albumName":"Richard (Deluxe)","duration":224.156735,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I slid the corner in my seven deuce\nSeven deuce\nThese niggas think that thing a 442\n442\nI got Forgis on that bitch\nI got all cancer\nReal life\nYou got the right questions, homie, just the wrong answers\nWrong answers\nI'm with Rigga, I'm with Peezy, I'm with B-Legit\nI'm with B-Legit\nAnd if you smoking like I'm smoking, nigga, keep it lit\nKeep it lit\nI'm a player, I'm a boss, I'm a dog\nI'm a dog\nTeam clean whips, two boats, and four hogs, nigga\nLook, your little bitch, she don't stand a chance\nShe don't stand a chance\nSo I curved her and told her she could fuck my man\nFuck my guy\nPlayer shit, real niggas do it all the time\nDo it all the time\nSo a friend of yours might just be a friend of mine\nIs a friend of mine\nHey Junior, nigga, show me how that bird walk\nHow that bird walk\n'Cause I could still remember how them birds talk\n'Member how them birds talk\nWanna hide it from a nigga, put it in a book\nPut it in a book\nI bet them dumb niggas'll never look\nWe different\nNo more curb serving, no more kitchen\nNo more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken\nHeavy on the veggies, only Zahs, never Reggies\nI'm tryna tell you, boy, this shit is heavy\nLook, we different\nNo more curb serving, no more kitchen\nNo more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken\nHeavy on the veggies, only Zahs, never Reggies\nI'm tryna tell you, boy, this shit is heavy\nLook\nYou outta pocket if you ain't smoking on exotic\nGet Taco Tuesdays with my mack, it be so melodic\nWhat's the skinny on the pack stacked up in the closet?\nA B-O-X-to-T-E-X'll turn a nice profit\nHit Pappadeaux, grab some gumbo, you can hold the sausage\nIntercontinental, chilling with a goddess\nPulling her pants down while she yelling out, \"Daddy\nStop it.\" The shaft of my rod pulsating while she top it\nI'm agricultural, and that, the boat show\nIt's only right 'cause I need to haul a boat load\nCadillac truck, pull a trailer while in tow mode\nTinted privacy glass while sipping on some Lobos\nIt's V-White and Double with the slow flow\nSkating on this beat like we own the flo' at Mojo's\nPull a ho in any environment without a logo, and if\nYou kind of foe, it's only right I throw you four more\nWe different\nNo more curb serving, no more kitchen\nNo more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken\nHeavy on the veggies, only Zahs, never Reggies\nI'm tryna tell you, boy, this shit is heavy\nLook, we different\nNo more curb serving, no more kitchen\nNo more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken\nHeavy on the veggies, only Zahs, never Reggies\nI'm tryna tell you, boy, this shit is heavy\nLook\nWhen I was flea-flicking yola up in the summer of '86\n'6\nI never thought I'd go from Motel 6 up to the Ritz\nRitz\nI never thought I'd make it up out the trenches of this Earth\nBack in my days, it used to be ass last, purse first\nBack in my days, over a skirt, they turn your truck into a hearse\nBack in my days, they used to funk and go to war over a turf\nAnybody can be disciplined\nDisciplined\nAnybody can be punished\nPunished\nAnybody can be checked for breaking the rules and not being a hundred\nHundred\nStay ready, ain't gotta get ready, that's what legends say\nDon't get your eggs scrambled up when you out here visiting the Bay\nUh\nThey'll make some fireworks like it's Independence Day\nYou fuckers better not think it's sweet\nLike it's cupcakes or crème brûlée\nUh\nWhen you different, you're different\nSave your money or you can spend it\nSpend it\nI'ma follow my calling to stay balling like God intended\n'Tended\nHad my own plans with no helping hands, we was independent\n'Pendent\nIf you ain't got me all up in your top 10, then I feel offended\nBiatch\nWe different\nNo more curb serving, no more kitchen\nNo more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken\nHeavy on the veggies, only Zahs, never Reggies\nI'm tryna tell you, boy, this shit is heavy\nLook, we different\nNo more curb serving, no more kitchen\nNo more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken\nHeavy on the veggies, only Zahs, never Reggies\nI'm tryna tell you, boy, this shit is heavy\nLook","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Different feat. E-40 & V White\n  artist: Richie Rich\n  album: Richard (Deluxe)\n  duration_ms: 224157\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I slid the corner in my seven deuce\n  Seven deuce\n  These niggas think that thing a 442\n  442\n  I got Forgis on that bitch\n  I got all cancer\n  Real life\n  You got the right questions, homie, just the wrong answers\n  Wrong answers\n  I'm with Rigga, I'm with Peezy, I'm with B-Legit\n  I'm with B-Legit\n  And if you smoking like I'm smoking, nigga, keep it lit\n  Keep it lit\n  I'm a player, I'm a boss, I'm a dog\n  I'm a dog\n  Team clean whips, two boats, and four hogs, nigga\n  Look, your little bitch, she don't stand a chance\n  She don't stand a chance\n  So I curved her and told her she could fuck my man\n  Fuck my guy\n  Player shit, real niggas do it all the time\n  Do it all the time\n  So a friend of yours might just be a friend of mine\n  Is a friend of mine\n  Hey Junior, nigga, show me how that bird walk\n  How that bird walk\n  'Cause I could still remember how them birds talk\n  'Member how them birds talk\n  Wanna hide it from a nigga, put it in a book\n  Put it in a book\n  I bet them dumb niggas'll never look\n  We different\n  No more curb serving, no more kitchen\n  No more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken\n  Heavy on the veggies, only Zahs, never Reggies\n  I'm tryna tell you, boy, this shit is heavy\n  Look, we different\n  No more curb serving, no more kitchen\n  No more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken\n  Heavy on the veggies, only Zahs, never Reggies\n  I'm tryna tell you, boy, this shit is heavy\n  Look\n  You outta pocket if you ain't smoking on exotic\n  Get Taco Tuesdays with my mack, it be so melodic\n  What's the skinny on the pack stacked up in the closet?\n  A B-O-X-to-T-E-X'll turn a nice profit\n  Hit Pappadeaux, grab some gumbo, you can hold the sausage\n  Intercontinental, chilling with a goddess\n  Pulling her pants down while she yelling out, \"Daddy\n  Stop it.\" The shaft of my rod pulsating while she top it\n  I'm agricultural, and that, the boat show\n  It's only right 'cause I need to haul a boat load\n  Cadillac truck, pull a trailer while in tow mode\n  Tinted privacy glass while sipping on some Lobos\n  It's V-White and Double with the slow flow\n  Skating on this beat like we own the flo' at Mojo's\n  Pull a ho in any environment without a logo, and if\n  You kind of foe, it's only right I throw you four more\n  We different\n  No more curb serving, no more kitchen\n  No more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken\n  Heavy on the veggies, only Zahs, never Reggies\n  I'm tryna tell you, boy, this shit is heavy\n  Look, we different\n  No more curb serving, no more kitchen\n  No more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken\n  Heavy on the veggies, only Zahs, never Reggies\n  I'm tryna tell you, boy, this shit is heavy\n  Look\n  When I was flea-flicking yola up in the summer of '86\n  '6\n  I never thought I'd go from Motel 6 up to the Ritz\n  Ritz\n  I never thought I'd make it up out the trenches of this Earth\n  Back in my days, it used to be ass last, purse first\n  Back in my days, over a skirt, they turn your truck into a hearse\n  Back in my days, they used to funk and go to war over a turf\n  Anybody can be disciplined\n  Disciplined\n  Anybody can be punished\n  Punished\n  Anybody can be checked for breaking the rules and not being a hundred\n  Hundred\n  Stay ready, ain't gotta get ready, that's what legends say\n  Don't get your eggs scrambled up when you out here visiting the Bay\n  Uh\n  They'll make some fireworks like it's Independence Day\n  You fuckers better not think it's sweet\n  Like it's cupcakes or crème brûlée\n  Uh\n  When you different, you're different\n  Save your money or you can spend it\n  Spend it\n  I'ma follow my calling to stay balling like God intended\n  'Tended\n  Had my own plans with no helping hands, we was independent\n  'Pendent\n  If you ain't got me all up in your top 10, then I feel offended\n  Biatch\n  We different\n  No more curb serving, no more kitchen\n  No more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken\n  Heavy on the veggies, only Zahs, never Reggies\n  I'm tryna tell you, boy, this shit is heavy\n  Look, we different\n  No more curb serving, no more kitchen\n  No more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken\n  Heavy on the veggies, only Zahs, never Reggies\n  I'm tryna tell you, boy, this shit is heavy\n  Look\n"}]