[{"id":21257637,"name":"Nightmare On Figg St.","trackName":"Nightmare On Figg St.","artistName":"Schoolboy Q / Schoolboy Q","albumName":"Habits & Contradictions","duration":216.293878,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What's fifty grand to a muh'fucker like me? Can you please remind me?\nShit, I'll remind ya\nPut the steel behind ya, put five inside ya\nBetter chill out with all that flossin potnah\n(Ball so hard) you must be crazy\nLeave him in the streets with his shoelaces missin\nAnd socks up off his feet\nPistol holdin gonorrhea; nigga skeet skeet\nSoul dropped, rock dropped, dot dropped\nBlack Hippy, T.D.E., well fuck it nigga let's 4-peat\nA dope Hoover dealer, uh, A.D.H.D.\nFuck that, let's bake coke and cook crack\nFuck the sheriffs, the gang unit - fuck CRASH\nPimp hoes, hoe run ya bread - she love tracks\nCrack of dawn, Figg get it, yeah we get it yeah\nFigg get the money yeah, all season every year\nNiggaz better hope I start poppin\nBefore I start robbin the re-up with oxycontin\n\nOn Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\nIt's storming, it's snowing, it's flooding, we still out here thugging\nOn Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\nFigg get the money, yeah, all season, every year\nFigg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\nFigg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\nFigg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n(Ball so hard) you must be cray\n\nUhh! What's 50 grand to a muh'fucker like you, you still need a reminder?\n(Heh - yeah I thought so) Shit I'm loco\n38 brown handy, call him CoCo\nStick around the block boy tell 'em don't go\nDon't stop shootin 'til ya all red though\nYellow tape muh'fucker shoulda yield ho (shoulda yield ho)\nWhy you all tough fo'? See yo' thug ass later at the crossroads\nThe landlord turn your lieutenant into a tenant\nAnd if your, rims spinnin your jaw's dented\nI'm-I'm a grown man dog, I ain't kiddin; the end has come\nSo - keep weed and big lungs\nBig guns brought on her knees, the holy ghost, she speak in tongues\nMurder searchin - why even run when Scotty done\nHuh? Nigga you must got me confused\nBitch I'm from the groove on Figg side makin moves (FIGG-SYYYDE)\nDrive to pussy more than I do to church\nNo AC, but the heater work - MERK!\n\nOn Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\nIt's storming, it's snowing, it's flooding, we still out here thugging\nOn Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\nFigg get the money, yeah, all season, every year\nFigg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\nFigg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\nFigg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n(Ball so hard) you must be cray","syncedLyrics":"[00:28.85] What's fifty grand to a muh'fucker like me? Can you please remind me?\n[00:37.14] Shit, I'll remind ya\n[00:40.99] Put the steel behind ya, put five inside ya\n[00:42.14] Better chill out with all that flossin potnah\n[00:44.11] (Ball so hard) you must be crazy\n[00:45.79] Leave him in the streets with his shoelaces missin\n[00:49.25] And socks up off his feet\n[00:50.92] Pistol holdin gonorrhea; nigga skeet skeet\n[00:53.22] Soul dropped, rock dropped, dot dropped\n[00:57.14] Black Hippy, T.D.E., well fuck it nigga let's 4-peat\n[01:01.28] A dope Hoover dealer, uh, A.D.H.D.\n[01:04.04] Fuck that, let's bake coke and cook crack\n[01:07.39] Fuck the sheriffs, the gang unit - fuck CRASH\n[01:10.74] Pimp hoes, hoe run ya bread - she love tracks\n[01:14.14] Crack of dawn, Figg get it, yeah we get it yeah\n[01:17.60] Figg get the money yeah, all season every year\n[01:21.19] Niggaz better hope I start poppin\n[01:24.65] Before I start robbin the re-up with oxycontin\n[01:28.64] On Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\n[01:31.51] It's storming, it's snowing, it's flooding, we still out here thugging\n[01:34.43] On Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\n[01:38.36] Figg get the money, yeah, all season, every year\n[01:41.25] Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n[01:44.35] Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n[01:48.30] Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n[01:52.16] (Ball so hard) you must be cray\n[01:55.80] Uhh! What's 50 grand to a muh'fucker like you, you still need a reminder?\n[01:58.59] (Heh - yeah I thought so) Shit I'm loco\n[02:01.56] 38 brown handy, call him CoCo\n[02:03.28] Stick around the block boy tell 'em don't go\n[02:04.97] Don't stop shootin 'til ya all red though\n[02:06.62] Yellow tape muh'fucker shoulda yield ho (shoulda yield ho)\n[02:08.22] Why you all tough fo'? See yo' thug ass later at the crossroads\n[02:11.47] The landlord turn your lieutenant into a tenant\n[02:18.36] And if your, rims spinnin your jaw's dented\n[02:20.95] I'm-I'm a grown man dog, I ain't kiddin; the end has come\n[02:23.86] So - keep weed and big lungs\n[02:28.31] Big guns brought on her knees, the holy ghost, she speak in tongues\n[02:32.06] Murder searchin - why even run when Scotty done\n[02:35.28] Huh? Nigga you must got me confused\n[02:38.27] Bitch I'm from the groove on Figg side makin moves (FIGG-SYYYDE)\n[02:41.76] Drive to pussy more than I do to church\n[02:45.53] No AC, but the heater work - MERK!\n[02:49.74] On Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\n[02:52.80] It's storming, it's snowing, it's flooding, we still out here thugging\n[02:55.88] On Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\n[02:59.14] Figg get the money, yeah, all season, every year\n[03:02.39] Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n[03:06.23] Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n[03:10.08] Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n[03:12.91] (Ball so hard) you must be cray\n[03:16.16] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Nightmare On Figg St.\n artist: Schoolboy Q / Schoolboy Q\n album: Habits & Contradictions\n duration_ms: 216294\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What's fifty grand to a muh'fucker like me? Can you please remind me?\n start_ms: 28850\n end_ms: 37140\n- text: Shit, I'll remind ya\n start_ms: 37140\n end_ms: 40990\n- text: Put the steel behind ya, put five inside ya\n start_ms: 40990\n end_ms: 42140\n- text: Better chill out with all that flossin potnah\n start_ms: 42140\n end_ms: 44110\n- text: (Ball so hard) you must be crazy\n start_ms: 44110\n end_ms: 45790\n- text: Leave him in the streets with his shoelaces missin\n start_ms: 45790\n end_ms: 49250\n- text: And socks up off his feet\n start_ms: 49250\n end_ms: 50920\n- text: Pistol holdin gonorrhea; nigga skeet skeet\n start_ms: 50920\n end_ms: 53220\n- text: Soul dropped, rock dropped, dot dropped\n start_ms: 53220\n end_ms: 57140\n- text: Black Hippy, T.D.E., well fuck it nigga let's 4-peat\n start_ms: 57140\n end_ms: 61280\n- text: A dope Hoover dealer, uh, A.D.H.D.\n start_ms: 61280\n end_ms: 64040\n- text: Fuck that, let's bake coke and cook crack\n start_ms: 64040\n end_ms: 67390\n- text: Fuck the sheriffs, the gang unit - fuck CRASH\n start_ms: 67390\n end_ms: 70740\n- text: Pimp hoes, hoe run ya bread - she love tracks\n start_ms: 70740\n end_ms: 74140\n- text: Crack of dawn, Figg get it, yeah we get it yeah\n start_ms: 74140\n end_ms: 77600\n- text: Figg get the money yeah, all season every year\n start_ms: 77600\n end_ms: 81190\n- text: Niggaz better hope I start poppin\n start_ms: 81190\n end_ms: 84650\n- text: Before I start robbin the re-up with oxycontin\n start_ms: 84650\n end_ms: 88640\n- text: On Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\n start_ms: 88640\n end_ms: 91510\n- text: It's storming, it's snowing, it's flooding, we still out here thugging\n start_ms: 91510\n end_ms: 94430\n- text: On Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\n start_ms: 94430\n end_ms: 98360\n- text: Figg get the money, yeah, all season, every year\n start_ms: 98360\n end_ms: 101250\n- text: Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n start_ms: 101250\n end_ms: 104350\n- text: Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n start_ms: 104350\n end_ms: 108300\n- text: Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n start_ms: 108300\n end_ms: 112160\n- text: (Ball so hard) you must be cray\n start_ms: 112160\n end_ms: 115800\n- text: Uhh! What's 50 grand to a muh'fucker like you, you still need a reminder?\n start_ms: 115800\n end_ms: 118590\n- text: (Heh - yeah I thought so) Shit I'm loco\n start_ms: 118590\n end_ms: 121560\n- text: 38 brown handy, call him CoCo\n start_ms: 121560\n end_ms: 123280\n- text: Stick around the block boy tell 'em don't go\n start_ms: 123280\n end_ms: 124970\n- text: Don't stop shootin 'til ya all red though\n start_ms: 124970\n end_ms: 126620\n- text: Yellow tape muh'fucker shoulda yield ho (shoulda yield ho)\n start_ms: 126620\n end_ms: 128220\n- text: Why you all tough fo'? See yo' thug ass later at the crossroads\n start_ms: 128220\n end_ms: 131470\n- text: The landlord turn your lieutenant into a tenant\n start_ms: 131470\n end_ms: 138360\n- text: And if your, rims spinnin your jaw's dented\n start_ms: 138360\n end_ms: 140950\n- text: I'm-I'm a grown man dog, I ain't kiddin; the end has come\n start_ms: 140950\n end_ms: 143860\n- text: So - keep weed and big lungs\n start_ms: 143860\n end_ms: 148310\n- text: Big guns brought on her knees, the holy ghost, she speak in tongues\n start_ms: 148310\n end_ms: 152060\n- text: Murder searchin - why even run when Scotty done\n start_ms: 152060\n end_ms: 155280\n- text: Huh? Nigga you must got me confused\n start_ms: 155280\n end_ms: 158270\n- text: Bitch I'm from the groove on Figg side makin moves (FIGG-SYYYDE)\n start_ms: 158270\n end_ms: 161760\n- text: Drive to pussy more than I do to church\n start_ms: 161760\n end_ms: 165530\n- text: No AC, but the heater work - MERK!\n start_ms: 165530\n end_ms: 169740\n- text: On Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\n start_ms: 169740\n end_ms: 172800\n- text: It's storming, it's snowing, it's flooding, we still out here thugging\n start_ms: 172800\n end_ms: 175880\n- text: On Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\n start_ms: 175880\n end_ms: 179140\n- text: Figg get the money, yeah, all season, every year\n start_ms: 179140\n end_ms: 182390\n- text: Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n start_ms: 182390\n end_ms: 186230\n- text: Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n start_ms: 186230\n end_ms: 190080\n- text: Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n start_ms: 190080\n end_ms: 192910\n- text: (Ball so hard) you must be cray\n start_ms: 192910\n end_ms: 196160\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 196160\nplain: |-\n What's fifty grand to a muh'fucker like me? Can you please remind me?\n Shit, I'll remind ya\n Put the steel behind ya, put five inside ya\n Better chill out with all that flossin potnah\n (Ball so hard) you must be crazy\n Leave him in the streets with his shoelaces missin\n And socks up off his feet\n Pistol holdin gonorrhea; nigga skeet skeet\n Soul dropped, rock dropped, dot dropped\n Black Hippy, T.D.E., well fuck it nigga let's 4-peat\n A dope Hoover dealer, uh, A.D.H.D.\n Fuck that, let's bake coke and cook crack\n Fuck the sheriffs, the gang unit - fuck CRASH\n Pimp hoes, hoe run ya bread - she love tracks\n Crack of dawn, Figg get it, yeah we get it yeah\n Figg get the money yeah, all season every year\n Niggaz better hope I start poppin\n Before I start robbin the re-up with oxycontin\n\n On Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\n It's storming, it's snowing, it's flooding, we still out here thugging\n On Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\n Figg get the money, yeah, all season, every year\n Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n (Ball so hard) you must be cray\n\n Uhh! What's 50 grand to a muh'fucker like you, you still need a reminder?\n (Heh - yeah I thought so) Shit I'm loco\n 38 brown handy, call him CoCo\n Stick around the block boy tell 'em don't go\n Don't stop shootin 'til ya all red though\n Yellow tape muh'fucker shoulda yield ho (shoulda yield ho)\n Why you all tough fo'? See yo' thug ass later at the crossroads\n The landlord turn your lieutenant into a tenant\n And if your, rims spinnin your jaw's dented\n I'm-I'm a grown man dog, I ain't kiddin; the end has come\n So - keep weed and big lungs\n Big guns brought on her knees, the holy ghost, she speak in tongues\n Murder searchin - why even run when Scotty done\n Huh? Nigga you must got me confused\n Bitch I'm from the groove on Figg side makin moves (FIGG-SYYYDE)\n Drive to pussy more than I do to church\n No AC, but the heater work - MERK!\n\n On Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\n It's storming, it's snowing, it's flooding, we still out here thugging\n On Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\n Figg get the money, yeah, all season, every year\n Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n (Ball so hard) you must be cray\n"},{"id":677874,"name":"NigHtmare on Figg St","trackName":"NigHtmare on Figg St","artistName":"ScHoolboy Q","albumName":"Habits & Contradictions","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Figg Side!\n(Ball so hard) what's fifty grand to a mothafucka like me?\nCan you please remind me?\nShit, I'll remind ya\nPut that steel behind ya, put five inside ya\nBetter chill out with all that flossing partner\n(Ball so hard) you must be cray\nLeave 'em in the streets\nWith his shoelaces missing and socks up off his feet\nPistol holding gonorrhea, nigga, skeet-skeet\nSoul dropped, Rock dropped, Dot dropped\nBlack Hippy, TDE, well, fuck it, nigga, let's four-peat\nA dope Hoover dealer, uh, ADHD\nFuck that, let's bake coke and cook crack\nFuck the sheriffs, the gang unit, fuck C.R.a.s.h\nPimp hoes or wring ya bread, she love tracks\nCrack of dawn, Figg get it, yeah we get it, yeah\nFigg get the money, yeah, all season, every year\nNiggas better hope our star popping\nBefore I start robbing the re-up with Oxycontin\nOn Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\nIt's storming, it's snowing, it's flooding, we still out here thugging\nOn Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\nFigg get the money, yeah, all season, every year\nFigg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\nFigg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\nFigg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n(Ball so hard) you must be cray\nWhat's fifty grand to a mothafucka like you\nYou still need a reminder? (Yeah, I thought so)\nShit, I'm loco, 38 brown had to call him coco\nStick around the block boy, tell 'em go go\nDon't stop shooting 'til ya all red tho\nYellow tape mothafucka shoulda yield ho\nWhy you all tough for? see your thug ass later at the crossroads\nThe landlord turn your lieutenant into a tenant\nAnd if ya, rims spinning, your jaw dented\nI'm a grown man dog, I ain't kidding\nThe end has come, so keep big weed and big lungs, big guns\nBroad on her knees, the holy ghost, she speak in tongues\nMurder searching, why even run one shot, he done\nNigga you must got me confused\nBitch, I'm from the Groove on Figg Side, making Hoovs\nDrive to pussy more than I do to church\nNo AC, but the heater work, murk!\nOn Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\nIt's storming, it's snowing, it's flooding, we still out here thugging\nOn Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\nFigg get the money, yeah, all season, every year\nFigg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\nFigg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\nFigg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n(Ball so hard) you must be cray","syncedLyrics":"[00:28.81] What's fifty grand to a muh'fucker like me? Can you please remind me?\n[00:37.17] Shit, I'll remind ya\n[00:40.93] Put the steel behind ya, put five inside ya\n[00:42.18] Better chill out with all that flossin potnah\n[00:44.11] (Ball so hard) you must be crazy\n[00:45.74] Leave him in the streets with his shoelaces missin\n[00:49.22] And socks up off his feet\n[00:50.91] Pistol holdin gonorrhea; nigga skeet skeet\n[00:53.26] Soul dropped, rock dropped, dot dropped\n[00:57.16] Black Hippy, T.D.E., well fuck it nigga let's 4-peat\n[01:01.25] A dope Hoover dealer, uh, A.D.H.D.\n[01:04.01] Fuck that, let's bake coke and cook crack\n[01:07.38] Fuck the sheriffs, the gang unit - fuck CRASH\n[01:10.72] Pimp hoes, hoe run ya bread - she love tracks\n[01:14.19] Crack of dawn, Figg get it, yeah we get it yeah\n[01:17.54] Figg get the money yeah, all season every year\n[01:21.12] Niggaz better hope I start poppin\n[01:24.67] Before I start robbin the re-up with oxycontin\n[01:28.69] On Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\n[01:31.50] It's storming, it's snowing, it's flooding, we still out here thugging\n[01:34.41] On Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\n[01:38.32] Figg get the money, yeah, all season, every year\n[01:41.22] Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n[01:44.30] Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n[01:48.39] Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n[01:52.16] (Ball so hard) you must be cray\n[01:55.86] Uhh! What's 50 grand to a muh'fucker like you, you still need a reminder?\n[01:58.54] (Heh - yeah I thought so) Shit I'm loco\n[02:01.51] 38 brown handy, call him CoCo\n[02:03.27] Stick around the block boy tell 'em don't go\n[02:04.91] Don't stop shootin 'til ya all red though\n[02:06.62] Yellow tape muh'fucker shoulda yield ho (shoulda yield ho)\n[02:08.24] Why you all tough fo'? See yo' thug ass later at the crossroads\n[02:11.44] The landlord turn your lieutenant into a tenant\n[02:18.31] And if your, rims spinnin your jaw's dented\n[02:20.96] I'm-I'm a grown man dog, I ain't kiddin; the end has come\n[02:23.88] So - keep weed and big lungs\n[02:28.33] Big guns brought on her knees, the holy ghost, she speak in tongues\n[02:32.06] Murder searchin - why even run when Scotty done\n[02:35.25] Huh? Nigga you must got me confused\n[02:38.30] Bitch I'm from the groove on Figg side makin moves (FIGG-SYYYDE)\n[02:41.73] Drive to pussy more than I do to church\n[02:45.56] No AC, but the heater work - MERK!\n[02:49.77] On Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\n[02:52.85] It's storming, it's snowing, it's flooding, we still out here thugging\n[02:55.86] On Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\n[02:59.10] Figg get the money, yeah, all season, every year\n[03:02.37] Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n[03:06.23] Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n[03:10.00] Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n[03:12.97] (Ball so hard) you must be cray\n[03:16.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: NigHtmare on Figg St\n artist: ScHoolboy Q\n album: Habits & Contradictions\n duration_ms: 216000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What's fifty grand to a muh'fucker like me? 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Can you please remind me?\nShit, I'll remind ya\nPut the steel behind ya, put five inside ya\nBetter chill out with all that flossin potnah\n(Ball so hard) you must be crazy\nLeave him in the streets with his shoelaces missin\nAnd socks up off his feet\nPistol holdin gonorrhea; nigga skeet skeet\nSoul dropped, rock dropped, dot dropped\nBlack Hippy, T.D.E., well fuck it nigga let's 4-peat\nA dope Hoover dealer, uh, A.D.H.D.\nFuck that, let's bake coke and cook crack\nFuck the sheriffs, the gang unit - fuck CRASH\nPimp hoes, hoe run ya bread - she love tracks\nCrack of dawn, Figg get it, yeah we get it yeah\nFigg get the money yeah, all season every year\nNiggaz better hope I start poppin\nBefore I start robbin the re-up with oxycontin\n\nOn Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\nIt's storming, it's snowing, it's flooding, we still out here thugging\nOn Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\nFigg get the money, yeah, all season, every year\nFigg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\nFigg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\nFigg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n(Ball so hard) you must be cray\n\nUhh! 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Nigga you must got me confused\n[02:38.27] Bitch I'm from the groove on Figg side makin moves (FIGG-SYYYDE)\n[02:41.76] Drive to pussy more than I do to church\n[02:45.53] No AC, but the heater work - MERK!\n[02:49.74] On Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\n[02:52.80] It's storming, it's snowing, it's flooding, we still out here thugging\n[02:55.88] On Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\n[02:59.14] Figg get the money, yeah, all season, every year\n[03:02.39] Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n[03:06.23] Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n[03:10.08] Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n[03:12.91] (Ball so hard) you must be cray\n[03:16.16] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Nightmare on Figg St․\n artist: ScHoolboy Q\n album: Habits & Contradictions\n duration_ms: 216000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What's fifty grand to a muh'fucker like me? 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Can you please remind me?\nShit, I'll remind ya\nPut the steel behind ya, put five inside ya\nBetter chill out with all that flossin potnah\n(Ball so hard) you must be crazy\nLeave him in the streets with his shoelaces missin\nAnd socks up off his feet\nPistol holdin gonorrhea; nigga skeet skeet\nSoul dropped, rock dropped, dot dropped\nBlack Hippy, T.D.E., well fuck it nigga let's 4-peat\nA dope Hoover dealer, uh, A.D.H.D.\nFuck that, let's bake coke and cook crack\nFuck the sheriffs, the gang unit - fuck CRASH\nPimp hoes, hoe run ya bread - she love tracks\nCrack of dawn, Figg get it, yeah we get it yeah\nFigg get the money yeah, all season every year\nNiggaz better hope I start poppin\nBefore I start robbin the re-up with oxycontin\n\nOn Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\nIt's storming, it's snowing, it's flooding, we still out here thugging\nOn Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\nFigg get the money, yeah, all season, every year\nFigg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\nFigg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\nFigg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n(Ball so hard) you must be cray\n\nUhh! 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Nigga you must got me confused\n[02:38.30] Bitch I'm from the groove on Figg side makin moves (FIGG-SYYYDE)\n[02:41.73] Drive to pussy more than I do to church\n[02:45.56] No AC, but the heater work - MERK!\n[02:49.77] On Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\n[02:52.85] It's storming, it's snowing, it's flooding, we still out here thugging\n[02:55.86] On Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\n[02:59.10] Figg get the money, yeah, all season, every year\n[03:02.37] Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n[03:06.23] Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n[03:10.00] Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n[03:12.97] (Ball so hard) you must be cray\n[03:16.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: NigHtmare on Figg St 🅴\n artist: Schoolboy Q\n album: Habits & Contradictions\n duration_ms: 216000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What's fifty grand to a muh'fucker like me? 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What's 50 grand to a muh'fucker like you, you still need a reminder?\n start_ms: 115860\n end_ms: 118540\n- text: (Heh - yeah I thought so) Shit I'm loco\n start_ms: 118540\n end_ms: 121510\n- text: 38 brown handy, call him CoCo\n start_ms: 121510\n end_ms: 123270\n- text: Stick around the block boy tell 'em don't go\n start_ms: 123270\n end_ms: 124910\n- text: Don't stop shootin 'til ya all red though\n start_ms: 124910\n end_ms: 126620\n- text: Yellow tape muh'fucker shoulda yield ho (shoulda yield ho)\n start_ms: 126620\n end_ms: 128240\n- text: Why you all tough fo'? See yo' thug ass later at the crossroads\n start_ms: 128240\n end_ms: 131440\n- text: The landlord turn your lieutenant into a tenant\n start_ms: 131440\n end_ms: 138310\n- text: And if your, rims spinnin your jaw's dented\n start_ms: 138310\n end_ms: 140960\n- text: I'm-I'm a grown man dog, I ain't kiddin; the end has come\n start_ms: 140960\n end_ms: 143880\n- text: So - keep weed and big lungs\n start_ms: 143880\n end_ms: 148330\n- text: Big guns brought on her knees, the holy ghost, she speak in tongues\n start_ms: 148330\n end_ms: 152060\n- text: Murder searchin - why even run when Scotty done\n start_ms: 152060\n end_ms: 155250\n- text: Huh? Nigga you must got me confused\n start_ms: 155250\n end_ms: 158300\n- text: Bitch I'm from the groove on Figg side makin moves (FIGG-SYYYDE)\n start_ms: 158300\n end_ms: 161730\n- text: Drive to pussy more than I do to church\n start_ms: 161730\n end_ms: 165560\n- text: No AC, but the heater work - MERK!\n start_ms: 165560\n end_ms: 169770\n- text: On Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\n start_ms: 169770\n end_ms: 172850\n- text: It's storming, it's snowing, it's flooding, we still out here thugging\n start_ms: 172850\n end_ms: 175860\n- text: On Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\n start_ms: 175860\n end_ms: 179100\n- text: Figg get the money, yeah, all season, every year\n start_ms: 179100\n end_ms: 182370\n- text: Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n start_ms: 182370\n end_ms: 186230\n- text: Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n start_ms: 186230\n end_ms: 190000\n- text: Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n start_ms: 190000\n end_ms: 192970\n- text: (Ball so hard) you must be cray\n start_ms: 192970\n end_ms: 196150\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 196150\nplain: |-\n What's fifty grand to a muh'fucker like me? Can you please remind me?\n Shit, I'll remind ya\n Put the steel behind ya, put five inside ya\n Better chill out with all that flossin potnah\n (Ball so hard) you must be crazy\n Leave him in the streets with his shoelaces missin\n And socks up off his feet\n Pistol holdin gonorrhea; nigga skeet skeet\n Soul dropped, rock dropped, dot dropped\n Black Hippy, T.D.E., well fuck it nigga let's 4-peat\n A dope Hoover dealer, uh, A.D.H.D.\n Fuck that, let's bake coke and cook crack\n Fuck the sheriffs, the gang unit - fuck CRASH\n Pimp hoes, hoe run ya bread - she love tracks\n Crack of dawn, Figg get it, yeah we get it yeah\n Figg get the money yeah, all season every year\n Niggaz better hope I start poppin\n Before I start robbin the re-up with oxycontin\n\n On Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\n It's storming, it's snowing, it's flooding, we still out here thugging\n On Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\n Figg get the money, yeah, all season, every year\n Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n (Ball so hard) you must be cray\n\n Uhh! What's 50 grand to a muh'fucker like you, you still need a reminder?\n (Heh - yeah I thought so) Shit I'm loco\n 38 brown handy, call him CoCo\n Stick around the block boy tell 'em don't go\n Don't stop shootin 'til ya all red though\n Yellow tape muh'fucker shoulda yield ho (shoulda yield ho)\n Why you all tough fo'? See yo' thug ass later at the crossroads\n The landlord turn your lieutenant into a tenant\n And if your, rims spinnin your jaw's dented\n I'm-I'm a grown man dog, I ain't kiddin; the end has come\n So - keep weed and big lungs\n Big guns brought on her knees, the holy ghost, she speak in tongues\n Murder searchin - why even run when Scotty done\n Huh? Nigga you must got me confused\n Bitch I'm from the groove on Figg side makin moves (FIGG-SYYYDE)\n Drive to pussy more than I do to church\n No AC, but the heater work - MERK!\n\n On Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\n It's storming, it's snowing, it's flooding, we still out here thugging\n On Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it\n Figg get the money, yeah, all season, every year\n Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah\n (Ball so hard) you must be cray\n"}]