[{"id":18173011,"name":"Slap Boxing","trackName":"Slap Boxing","artistName":"Sean Price feat. Ruste Juxx & Rock","albumName":"Monkey Barz","duration":209.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sean Price)\nMy son got a gun, I say shoot, that's where the gat'll spray\nMake these faggot niggaz go that a way, run\nYour fab five is jumping, big knives, guns, bats and sticks\nFuck all that rapping shit\nGive a fuck about your bar with the verse, put pa in a hearse\nBest bet is throw your car in reverse\nYou can act up if you want, clapped up in ya front\nPull ya chest and ya back, skit left hooded laugh\nY'all niggaz do the row when I rhyme\nMatter fact use a gun when I rhyme, yo\nI throw shots from the back of the rover\nChickenwing Bob Backlund, that tag on your sofa\nNiggaz actin' like they don't know Sean, til I\nRun up on 'em, smack 'em up with the fo'fo nam\nFocus the fire, throw shots, hopin' you die smokin'\nAlot after the toast is retired, motherfucker\n\n(Rustee Juxx)\nYo, fucking with Juxx, you already know what crime it is\nHard body beat breaking, that's what kinda rhyme it is\nKingston Ave., you already know who grind it is\nBlack beretta, special opt, that's what kinda nine it is\nBody the wax, first I grab 'em by the neck\nThen I throw the sawed shotty to back\nCold blooded, black hearted, swing the mac retarded\nMy weed clientele, excel my crack market\nShawshank swangeler, monster track mangler\nWild cowboy, two hosters on my wrangler's\nBarbarian, I'm a savage, street viking\nBullet street striking, faster than grease lightning\nSpit volcano, rain, hail, fire\nCuz misery sell millions, and pain sell hater\nFiend for the foam, my throne is indestructable\nNiggaz like 'word, son, them niggaz cant fuck with\nyou'\n\n(Rock)\nAiyo, I shake the ground when I walk\nI mean I shake the town when I walk\nFlip pound and lay you down for your thoughts\nLay you on the ground with your thoughts\nHave your thoughts all over the ground in the park\nMake a sound when I talk\nShhhh, it is the greatest, underrated MC\nNiggaz hate but don't say it to me\nThey get chased in a tree\nThe moves you make in the piece\nReady to get Jason to be like - damn\nkeep these niggaz away from the grease, please\nBad news, gun click; you die, yo\nYou want good news, switch to Geico\nA nigga fight me gettin his eye closed\nAnd his shine stole, not you pa, your shit rhinestones\nThink I don't know huh? Your jewelry corny\nIt's cornier than cream corn and your team corny\nYa whole fleet boring, born with a heat seaking pistol\nLocked on nigga jaw piece\nFor talking that 'I can give and talk and see'\nBoy something like a phenomenon\nThat's why, some shit's like a feel arm my strong\nIt's like the \"Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous\"\nBitch, they get used to rhyme and stunt, they wanna give it the anus\nAnd bring it down, now, wow, how bout\nFuck it, let 'em chow down on dick with sauerkraut\nWhyle out, have it come to the heaters, down South\nRoundhouse, any bitch, you get caught in the Brown Brown\nBrownsville!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.83] (Sean Price)\n[00:03.65] My son got a gun, I say shoot, that's where the gat'll spray\n[00:24.44] Make these faggot niggaz go that a way, run\n[00:27.18] Your fab five is jumping, big knives, guns, bats and sticks\n[00:30.73] Fuck all that rapping shit\n[00:32.53] Give a fuck about your bar with the verse, put pa in a hearse\n[00:36.14] Best bet is throw your car in reverse\n[00:38.91] You can act up if you want, clapped up in ya front\n[00:41.68] Pull ya chest and ya back, skit left hooded laugh\n[00:45.27] Y'all niggaz do the row when I rhyme\n[00:47.02] Matter fact use a gun when I rhyme, yo\n[00:49.73] I throw shots from the back of the rover\n[00:52.42] Chickenwing Bob Backlund, that tag on your sofa\n[00:56.01] Niggaz actin' like they don't know Sean, til I\n[00:58.79] Run up on 'em, smack 'em up with the fo'fo nam\n[01:01.41] Focus the fire, throw shots, hopin' you die smokin'\n[01:05.04] Alot after the toast is retired, motherfucker\n[01:06.97] (Rustee Juxx)\n[01:07.85] Yo, fucking with Juxx, you already know what crime it is\n[01:10.52] Hard body beat breaking, that's what kinda rhyme it is\n[01:12.32] Kingston Ave., you already know who grind it is\n[01:15.99] Black beretta, special opt, that's what kinda nine it is\n[01:18.69] Body the wax, first I grab 'em by the neck\n[01:22.20] Then I throw the sawed shotty to back\n[01:24.03] Cold blooded, black hearted, swing the mac retarded\n[01:26.86] My weed clientele, excel my crack market\n[01:29.56] Shawshank swangeler, monster track mangler\n[01:31.39] Wild cowboy, two hosters on my wrangler's\n[01:35.82] Barbarian, I'm a savage, street viking\n[01:38.58] Bullet street striking, faster than grease lightning\n[01:43.08] Spit volcano, rain, hail, fire\n[01:44.86] Cuz misery sell millions, and pain sell hater\n[01:46.63] Fiend for the foam, my throne is indestructable\n[01:49.33] Niggaz like 'word, son, them niggaz cant fuck with\n[01:52.04] you'\n[01:53.07] (Rock)\n[01:53.85] Aiyo, I shake the ground when I walk\n[01:54.89] I mean I shake the town when I walk\n[01:55.78] Flip pound and lay you down for your thoughts\n[01:57.53] Lay you on the ground with your thoughts\n[01:59.36] Have your thoughts all over the ground in the park\n[02:02.00] Make a sound when I talk\n[02:03.87] Shhhh, it is the greatest, underrated MC\n[02:05.68] Niggaz hate but don't say it to me\n[02:07.41] They get chased in a tree\n[02:09.27] The moves you make in the piece\n[02:10.10] Ready to get Jason to be like - damn\n[02:12.85] keep these niggaz away from the grease, please\n[02:15.54] Bad news, gun click; you die, yo\n[02:17.35] You want good news, switch to Geico\n[02:20.17] A nigga fight me gettin his eye closed\n[02:21.97] And his shine stole, not you pa, your shit rhinestones\n[02:24.64] Think I don't know huh? Your jewelry corny\n[02:26.47] It's cornier than cream corn and your team corny\n[02:30.07] Ya whole fleet boring, born with a heat seaking pistol\n[02:32.79] Locked on nigga jaw piece\n[02:35.44] For talking that 'I can give and talk and see'\n[02:37.23] Boy something like a phenomenon\n[02:39.98] That's why, some shit's like a feel arm my strong\n[02:42.67] It's like the \"Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous\"\n[02:45.32] Bitch, they get used to rhyme and stunt, they wanna give it the anus\n[02:48.97] And bring it down, now, wow, how bout\n[02:51.72] Fuck it, let 'em chow down on dick with sauerkraut\n[02:54.46] Whyle out, have it come to the heaters, down South\n[02:57.10] Roundhouse, any bitch, you get caught in the Brown Brown\n[02:59.87] Brownsville!\n[03:03.43] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Slap Boxing\n artist: Sean Price feat. 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Your jewelry corny\n It's cornier than cream corn and your team corny\n Ya whole fleet boring, born with a heat seaking pistol\n Locked on nigga jaw piece\n For talking that 'I can give and talk and see'\n Boy something like a phenomenon\n That's why, some shit's like a feel arm my strong\n It's like the \"Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous\"\n Bitch, they get used to rhyme and stunt, they wanna give it the anus\n And bring it down, now, wow, how bout\n Fuck it, let 'em chow down on dick with sauerkraut\n Whyle out, have it come to the heaters, down South\n Roundhouse, any bitch, you get caught in the Brown Brown\n Brownsville!\n"},{"id":28609262,"name":"Slap Boxing","trackName":"Slap Boxing","artistName":"Sean Price feat. Ruste Juxx & Rock","albumName":"Monkey Barz","duration":204.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sean Price)\nMy son got a gun, I say shoot, that's where the gat'll spray\nMake these faggot niggaz go that a way, run\nYour fab five is jumping, big knives, guns, bats and sticks\nFuck all that rapping shit\nGive a fuck about your bar with the verse, put pa in a hearse\nBest bet is throw your car in reverse\nYou can act up if you want, clapped up in ya front\nPull ya chest and ya back, skit left hooded laugh\nY'all niggaz do the row when I rhyme\nMatter fact use a gun when I rhyme, yo\nI throw shots from the back of the rover\nChickenwing Bob Backlund, that tag on your sofa\nNiggaz actin' like they don't know Sean, til I\nRun up on 'em, smack 'em up with the fo'fo nam\nFocus the fire, throw shots, hopin' you die smokin'\nAlot after the toast is retired, motherfucker\n\n(Rustee Juxx)\nYo, fucking with Juxx, you already know what crime it is\nHard body beat breaking, that's what kinda rhyme it is\nKingston Ave., you already know who grind it is\nBlack beretta, special opt, that's what kinda nine it is\nBody the wax, first I grab 'em by the neck\nThen I throw the sawed shotty to back\nCold blooded, black hearted, swing the mac retarded\nMy weed clientele, excel my crack market\nShawshank swangeler, monster track mangler\nWild cowboy, two hosters on my wrangler's\nBarbarian, I'm a savage, street viking\nBullet street striking, faster than grease lightning\nSpit volcano, rain, hail, fire\nCuz misery sell millions, and pain sell hater\nFiend for the foam, my throne is indestructable\nNiggaz like 'word, son, them niggaz cant fuck with\nyou'\n\n(Rock)\nAiyo, I shake the ground when I walk\nI mean I shake the town when I walk\nFlip pound and lay you down for your thoughts\nLay you on the ground with your thoughts\nHave your thoughts all over the ground in the park\nMake a sound when I talk\nShhhh, it is the greatest, underrated MC\nNiggaz hate but don't say it to me\nThey get chased in a tree\nThe moves you make in the piece\nReady to get Jason to be like - damn\nkeep these niggaz away from the grease, please\nBad news, gun click; you die, yo\nYou want good news, switch to Geico\nA nigga fight me gettin his eye closed\nAnd his shine stole, not you pa, your shit rhinestones\nThink I don't know huh? Your jewelry corny\nIt's cornier than cream corn and your team corny\nYa whole fleet boring, born with a heat seaking pistol\nLocked on nigga jaw piece\nFor talking that 'I can give and talk and see'\nBoy something like a phenomenon\nThat's why, some shit's like a feel arm my strong\nIt's like the \"Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous\"\nBitch, they get used to rhyme and stunt, they wanna give it the anus\nAnd bring it down, now, wow, how bout\nFuck it, let 'em chow down on dick with sauerkraut\nWhyle out, have it come to the heaters, down South\nRoundhouse, any bitch, you get caught in the Brown Brown\nBrownsville!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.83] (Sean Price)\n[00:03.65] My son got a gun, I say shoot, that's where the gat'll spray\n[00:24.44] Make these faggot niggaz go that a way, run\n[00:27.18] Your fab five is jumping, big knives, guns, bats and sticks\n[00:30.73] Fuck all that rapping shit\n[00:32.53] Give a fuck about your bar with the verse, put pa in a hearse\n[00:36.14] Best bet is throw your car in reverse\n[00:38.91] You can act up if you want, clapped up in ya front\n[00:41.68] Pull ya chest and ya back, skit left hooded laugh\n[00:45.27] Y'all niggaz do the row when I rhyme\n[00:47.02] Matter fact use a gun when I rhyme, yo\n[00:49.73] I throw shots from the back of the rover\n[00:52.42] Chickenwing Bob Backlund, that tag on your sofa\n[00:56.01] Niggaz actin' like they don't know Sean, til I\n[00:58.79] Run up on 'em, smack 'em up with the fo'fo nam\n[01:01.41] Focus the fire, throw shots, hopin' you die smokin'\n[01:05.04] Alot after the toast is retired, motherfucker\n[01:06.97] (Rustee Juxx)\n[01:07.85] Yo, fucking with Juxx, you already know what crime it is\n[01:10.52] Hard body beat breaking, that's what kinda rhyme it is\n[01:12.32] Kingston Ave., you already know who grind it is\n[01:15.99] Black beretta, special opt, that's what kinda nine it is\n[01:18.69] Body the wax, first I grab 'em by the neck\n[01:22.20] Then I throw the sawed shotty to back\n[01:24.03] Cold blooded, black hearted, swing the mac retarded\n[01:26.86] My weed clientele, excel my crack market\n[01:29.56] Shawshank swangeler, monster track mangler\n[01:31.39] Wild cowboy, two hosters on my wrangler's\n[01:35.82] Barbarian, I'm a savage, street viking\n[01:38.58] Bullet street striking, faster than grease lightning\n[01:43.08] Spit volcano, rain, hail, fire\n[01:44.86] Cuz misery sell millions, and pain sell hater\n[01:46.63] Fiend for the foam, my throne is indestructable\n[01:49.33] Niggaz like 'word, son, them niggaz cant fuck with\n[01:52.04] you'\n[01:53.07] (Rock)\n[01:53.85] Aiyo, I shake the ground when I walk\n[01:54.89] I mean I shake the town when I walk\n[01:55.78] Flip pound and lay you down for your thoughts\n[01:57.53] Lay you on the ground with your thoughts\n[01:59.36] Have your thoughts all over the ground in the park\n[02:02.00] Make a sound when I talk\n[02:03.87] Shhhh, it is the greatest, underrated MC\n[02:05.68] Niggaz hate but don't say it to me\n[02:07.41] They get chased in a tree\n[02:09.27] The moves you make in the piece\n[02:10.10] Ready to get Jason to be like - damn\n[02:12.85] keep these niggaz away from the grease, please\n[02:15.54] Bad news, gun click; you die, yo\n[02:17.35] You want good news, switch to Geico\n[02:20.17] A nigga fight me gettin his eye closed\n[02:21.97] And his shine stole, not you pa, your shit rhinestones\n[02:24.64] Think I don't know huh? Your jewelry corny\n[02:26.47] It's cornier than cream corn and your team corny\n[02:30.07] Ya whole fleet boring, born with a heat seaking pistol\n[02:32.79] Locked on nigga jaw piece\n[02:35.44] For talking that 'I can give and talk and see'\n[02:37.23] Boy something like a phenomenon\n[02:39.98] That's why, some shit's like a feel arm my strong\n[02:42.67] It's like the \"Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous\"\n[02:45.32] Bitch, they get used to rhyme and stunt, they wanna give it the anus\n[02:48.97] And bring it down, now, wow, how bout\n[02:51.72] Fuck it, let 'em chow down on dick with sauerkraut\n[02:54.46] Whyle out, have it come to the heaters, down South\n[02:57.10] Roundhouse, any bitch, you get caught in the Brown Brown\n[02:59.87] Brownsville!\n[03:03.43] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Slap Boxing\n artist: Sean Price feat. 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Your jewelry corny\n It's cornier than cream corn and your team corny\n Ya whole fleet boring, born with a heat seaking pistol\n Locked on nigga jaw piece\n For talking that 'I can give and talk and see'\n Boy something like a phenomenon\n That's why, some shit's like a feel arm my strong\n It's like the \"Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous\"\n Bitch, they get used to rhyme and stunt, they wanna give it the anus\n And bring it down, now, wow, how bout\n Fuck it, let 'em chow down on dick with sauerkraut\n Whyle out, have it come to the heaters, down South\n Roundhouse, any bitch, you get caught in the Brown Brown\n Brownsville!\n"},{"id":17390221,"name":"Slap Boxing (feat. Rock, Rustee Juxx)","trackName":"Slap Boxing (feat. 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Your jewelry corny\nIt's cornier than cream corn and your team corny\nYa whole fleet boring, born with a heat seaking pistol\nLocked on nigga jaw piece\nFor talking that 'I can give and talk and see'\nBoy something like a phenomenon\nThat's why, some shit's like a feel arm my strong\nIt's like the \"Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous\"\nBitch, they get used to rhyme and stunt, they wanna give it the anus\nAnd bring it down, now, wow, how bout\nFuck it, let 'em chow down on dick with sauerkraut\nWhyle out, have it come to the heaters, down South\nRoundhouse, any bitch, you get caught in the Brown Brown\nBrownsville!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.43] (Sean Price)\n[00:22.24] My son got a gun, I say shoot, that's where the gat'll spray\n[00:25.23] Make these faggot niggaz go that a way, run\n[00:27.89] Your fab five is jumping, big knives, guns, bats and sticks\n[00:31.89] Fuck all that rapping shit\n[00:33.39] Give a fuck about your bar with the verse, put pa in a hearse\n[00:37.16] Best bet is throw your car in reverse\n[00:39.16] You can act up if you want, clapped up in ya front\n[00:42.33] Pull ya chest and ya back, skit left hooded laugh\n[00:45.14] Y'all niggaz do the row when I rhyme\n[00:47.74] Matter fact use a gun when I rhyme, yo\n[00:49.92] I throw shots from the back of the rover\n[00:53.27] Chickenwing Bob Backlund, that tag on your sofa\n[00:56.08] Niggaz actin' like they don't know Sean, til I\n[00:58.90] Run up on 'em, smack 'em up with the fo'fo nam\n[01:02.14] Focus the fire, throw shots, hopin' you die smokin'\n[01:05.30] Alot after the toast is retired, motherfucker\n[01:07.77] (Rustee Juxx)\n[01:09.56] Yo, fucking with Juxx, you already know what crime it is\n[01:11.08] Hard body beat breaking, that's what kinda rhyme it is\n[01:13.37] Kingston Ave., you already know who grind it is\n[01:16.43] Black beretta, special opt, that's what kinda nine it is\n[01:19.20] Body the wax, first I grab 'em by the neck\n[01:22.33] Then I throw the sawed shotty to back\n[01:24.20] Cold blooded, black hearted, swing the mac retarded\n[01:27.72] My weed clientele, excel my crack market\n[01:30.33] Shawshank swangeler, monster track mangler\n[01:33.14] Wild cowboy, two hosters on my wrangler's\n[01:36.94] Barbarian, I'm a savage, street viking\n[01:38.91] Bullet street striking, faster than grease lightning\n[01:41.76] Spit volcano, rain, hail, fire\n[01:44.58] Cuz misery sell millions, and pain sell hater\n[01:47.36] Fiend for the foam, my throne is indestructable\n[01:50.09] Niggaz like 'word, son, them niggaz cant fuck with\n[01:52.57] you'\n[01:53.05] (Rock)\n[01:53.58] Aiyo, I shake the ground when I walk\n[01:54.74] I mean I shake the town when I walk\n[01:56.52] Flip pound and lay you down for your thoughts\n[01:58.32] Lay you on the ground with your thoughts\n[02:00.08] Have your thoughts all over the ground in the park\n[02:02.77] Make a sound when I talk\n[02:04.14] Shhhh, it is the greatest, underrated MC\n[02:06.06] Niggaz hate but don't say it to me\n[02:08.16] They get chased in a tree\n[02:09.54] The moves you make in the piece\n[02:10.80] Ready to get Jason to be like - damn\n[02:12.56] keep these niggaz away from the grease, please\n[02:15.62] Bad news, gun click; you die, yo\n[02:18.57] You want good news, switch to Geico\n[02:20.63] A nigga fight me gettin his eye closed\n[02:22.58] And his shine stole, not you pa, your shit rhinestones\n[02:26.01] Think I don't know huh? Your jewelry corny\n[02:29.24] It's cornier than cream corn and your team corny\n[02:31.72] Ya whole fleet boring, born with a heat seaking pistol\n[02:34.21] Locked on nigga jaw piece\n[02:35.56] For talking that 'I can give and talk and see'\n[02:37.76] Boy something like a phenomenon\n[02:39.85] That's why, some shit's like a feel arm my strong\n[02:43.01] It's like the \"Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous\"\n[02:45.87] Bitch, they get used to rhyme and stunt, they wanna give it the anus\n[02:48.82] And bring it down, now, wow, how bout\n[02:51.09] Fuck it, let 'em chow down on dick with sauerkraut\n[02:54.73] Whyle out, have it come to the heaters, down South\n[02:58.02] Roundhouse, any bitch, you get caught in the Brown Brown\n[03:00.67] Brownsville!\n[03:04.29] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Slap Boxing (feat. 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Your jewelry corny\n It's cornier than cream corn and your team corny\n Ya whole fleet boring, born with a heat seaking pistol\n Locked on nigga jaw piece\n For talking that 'I can give and talk and see'\n Boy something like a phenomenon\n That's why, some shit's like a feel arm my strong\n It's like the \"Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous\"\n Bitch, they get used to rhyme and stunt, they wanna give it the anus\n And bring it down, now, wow, how bout\n Fuck it, let 'em chow down on dick with sauerkraut\n Whyle out, have it come to the heaters, down South\n Roundhouse, any bitch, you get caught in the Brown Brown\n Brownsville!\n"},{"id":17564240,"name":"Slap Boxing (Feat. Rustee Juxx & Rock)","trackName":"Slap Boxing (Feat. 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Your jewelry corny\nIt's cornier than cream corn and your team corny\nYa whole fleet boring, born with a heat seaking pistol\nLocked on nigga jaw piece\nFor talking that 'I can give and talk and see'\nBoy something like a phenomenon\nThat's why, some shit's like a feel arm my strong\nIt's like the \"Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous\"\nBitch, they get used to rhyme and stunt, they wanna give it the anus\nAnd bring it down, now, wow, how bout\nFuck it, let 'em chow down on dick with sauerkraut\nWhyle out, have it come to the heaters, down South\nRoundhouse, any bitch, you get caught in the Brown Brown\nBrownsville!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.83] (Sean Price)\n[00:03.65] My son got a gun, I say shoot, that's where the gat'll spray\n[00:24.44] Make these faggot niggaz go that a way, run\n[00:27.18] Your fab five is jumping, big knives, guns, bats and sticks\n[00:30.73] Fuck all that rapping shit\n[00:32.53] Give a fuck about your bar with the verse, put pa in a hearse\n[00:36.14] Best bet is throw your car in reverse\n[00:38.91] You can act up if you want, clapped up in ya front\n[00:41.68] Pull ya chest and ya back, skit left hooded laugh\n[00:45.27] Y'all niggaz do the row when I rhyme\n[00:47.02] Matter fact use a gun when I rhyme, yo\n[00:49.73] I throw shots from the back of the rover\n[00:52.42] Chickenwing Bob Backlund, that tag on your sofa\n[00:56.01] Niggaz actin' like they don't know Sean, til I\n[00:58.79] Run up on 'em, smack 'em up with the fo'fo nam\n[01:01.41] Focus the fire, throw shots, hopin' you die smokin'\n[01:05.04] Alot after the toast is retired, motherfucker\n[01:06.97] (Rustee Juxx)\n[01:07.85] Yo, fucking with Juxx, you already know what crime it is\n[01:10.52] Hard body beat breaking, that's what kinda rhyme it is\n[01:12.32] Kingston Ave., you already know who grind it is\n[01:15.99] Black beretta, special opt, that's what kinda nine it is\n[01:18.69] Body the wax, first I grab 'em by the neck\n[01:22.20] Then I throw the sawed shotty to back\n[01:24.03] Cold blooded, black hearted, swing the mac retarded\n[01:26.86] My weed clientele, excel my crack market\n[01:29.56] Shawshank swangeler, monster track mangler\n[01:31.39] Wild cowboy, two hosters on my wrangler's\n[01:35.82] Barbarian, I'm a savage, street viking\n[01:38.58] Bullet street striking, faster than grease lightning\n[01:43.08] Spit volcano, rain, hail, fire\n[01:44.86] Cuz misery sell millions, and pain sell hater\n[01:46.63] Fiend for the foam, my throne is indestructable\n[01:49.33] Niggaz like 'word, son, them niggaz cant fuck with\n[01:52.04] you'\n[01:53.07] (Rock)\n[01:53.85] Aiyo, I shake the ground when I walk\n[01:54.89] I mean I shake the town when I walk\n[01:55.78] Flip pound and lay you down for your thoughts\n[01:57.53] Lay you on the ground with your thoughts\n[01:59.36] Have your thoughts all over the ground in the park\n[02:02.00] Make a sound when I talk\n[02:03.87] Shhhh, it is the greatest, underrated MC\n[02:05.68] Niggaz hate but don't say it to me\n[02:07.41] They get chased in a tree\n[02:09.27] The moves you make in the piece\n[02:10.10] Ready to get Jason to be like - damn\n[02:12.85] keep these niggaz away from the grease, please\n[02:15.54] Bad news, gun click; you die, yo\n[02:17.35] You want good news, switch to Geico\n[02:20.17] A nigga fight me gettin his eye closed\n[02:21.97] And his shine stole, not you pa, your shit rhinestones\n[02:24.64] Think I don't know huh? Your jewelry corny\n[02:26.47] It's cornier than cream corn and your team corny\n[02:30.07] Ya whole fleet boring, born with a heat seaking pistol\n[02:32.79] Locked on nigga jaw piece\n[02:35.44] For talking that 'I can give and talk and see'\n[02:37.23] Boy something like a phenomenon\n[02:39.98] That's why, some shit's like a feel arm my strong\n[02:42.67] It's like the \"Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous\"\n[02:45.32] Bitch, they get used to rhyme and stunt, they wanna give it the anus\n[02:48.97] And bring it down, now, wow, how bout\n[02:51.72] Fuck it, let 'em chow down on dick with sauerkraut\n[02:54.46] Whyle out, have it come to the heaters, down South\n[02:57.10] Roundhouse, any bitch, you get caught in the Brown Brown\n[02:59.87] Brownsville!\n[03:03.43] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Slap Boxing (Feat. 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Your jewelry corny\n It's cornier than cream corn and your team corny\n Ya whole fleet boring, born with a heat seaking pistol\n Locked on nigga jaw piece\n For talking that 'I can give and talk and see'\n Boy something like a phenomenon\n That's why, some shit's like a feel arm my strong\n It's like the \"Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous\"\n Bitch, they get used to rhyme and stunt, they wanna give it the anus\n And bring it down, now, wow, how bout\n Fuck it, let 'em chow down on dick with sauerkraut\n Whyle out, have it come to the heaters, down South\n Roundhouse, any bitch, you get caught in the Brown Brown\n Brownsville!\n"},{"id":17617337,"name":"Slap Boxing Ft. Rustee Juxx & Rock","trackName":"Slap Boxing Ft. 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Your jewelry corny\nIt's cornier than cream corn and your team corny\nYa whole fleet boring, born with a heat seaking pistol\nLocked on nigga jaw piece\nFor talking that 'I can give and talk and see'\nBoy something like a phenomenon\nThat's why, some shit's like a feel arm my strong\nIt's like the \"Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous\"\nBitch, they get used to rhyme and stunt, they wanna give it the anus\nAnd bring it down, now, wow, how bout\nFuck it, let 'em chow down on dick with sauerkraut\nWhyle out, have it come to the heaters, down South\nRoundhouse, any bitch, you get caught in the Brown Brown\nBrownsville!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.83] (Sean Price)\n[00:03.65] My son got a gun, I say shoot, that's where the gat'll spray\n[00:24.44] Make these faggot niggaz go that a way, run\n[00:27.18] Your fab five is jumping, big knives, guns, bats and sticks\n[00:30.73] Fuck all that rapping shit\n[00:32.53] Give a fuck about your bar with the verse, put pa in a hearse\n[00:36.14] Best bet is throw your car in reverse\n[00:38.91] You can act up if you want, clapped up in ya front\n[00:41.68] Pull ya chest and ya back, skit left hooded laugh\n[00:45.27] Y'all niggaz do the row when I rhyme\n[00:47.02] Matter fact use a gun when I rhyme, yo\n[00:49.73] I throw shots from the back of the rover\n[00:52.42] Chickenwing Bob Backlund, that tag on your sofa\n[00:56.01] Niggaz actin' like they don't know Sean, til I\n[00:58.79] Run up on 'em, smack 'em up with the fo'fo nam\n[01:01.41] Focus the fire, throw shots, hopin' you die smokin'\n[01:05.04] Alot after the toast is retired, motherfucker\n[01:06.97] (Rustee Juxx)\n[01:07.85] Yo, fucking with Juxx, you already know what crime it is\n[01:10.52] Hard body beat breaking, that's what kinda rhyme it is\n[01:12.32] Kingston Ave., you already know who grind it is\n[01:15.99] Black beretta, special opt, that's what kinda nine it is\n[01:18.69] Body the wax, first I grab 'em by the neck\n[01:22.20] Then I throw the sawed shotty to back\n[01:24.03] Cold blooded, black hearted, swing the mac retarded\n[01:26.86] My weed clientele, excel my crack market\n[01:29.56] Shawshank swangeler, monster track mangler\n[01:31.39] Wild cowboy, two hosters on my wrangler's\n[01:35.82] Barbarian, I'm a savage, street viking\n[01:38.58] Bullet street striking, faster than grease lightning\n[01:43.08] Spit volcano, rain, hail, fire\n[01:44.86] Cuz misery sell millions, and pain sell hater\n[01:46.63] Fiend for the foam, my throne is indestructable\n[01:49.33] Niggaz like 'word, son, them niggaz cant fuck with\n[01:52.04] you'\n[01:53.07] (Rock)\n[01:53.85] Aiyo, I shake the ground when I walk\n[01:54.89] I mean I shake the town when I walk\n[01:55.78] Flip pound and lay you down for your thoughts\n[01:57.53] Lay you on the ground with your thoughts\n[01:59.36] Have your thoughts all over the ground in the park\n[02:02.00] Make a sound when I talk\n[02:03.87] Shhhh, it is the greatest, underrated MC\n[02:05.68] Niggaz hate but don't say it to me\n[02:07.41] They get chased in a tree\n[02:09.27] The moves you make in the piece\n[02:10.10] Ready to get Jason to be like - damn\n[02:12.85] keep these niggaz away from the grease, please\n[02:15.54] Bad news, gun click; you die, yo\n[02:17.35] You want good news, switch to Geico\n[02:20.17] A nigga fight me gettin his eye closed\n[02:21.97] And his shine stole, not you pa, your shit rhinestones\n[02:24.64] Think I don't know huh? Your jewelry corny\n[02:26.47] It's cornier than cream corn and your team corny\n[02:30.07] Ya whole fleet boring, born with a heat seaking pistol\n[02:32.79] Locked on nigga jaw piece\n[02:35.44] For talking that 'I can give and talk and see'\n[02:37.23] Boy something like a phenomenon\n[02:39.98] That's why, some shit's like a feel arm my strong\n[02:42.67] It's like the \"Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous\"\n[02:45.32] Bitch, they get used to rhyme and stunt, they wanna give it the anus\n[02:48.97] And bring it down, now, wow, how bout\n[02:51.72] Fuck it, let 'em chow down on dick with sauerkraut\n[02:54.46] Whyle out, have it come to the heaters, down South\n[02:57.10] Roundhouse, any bitch, you get caught in the Brown Brown\n[02:59.87] Brownsville!\n[03:03.43] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Slap Boxing Ft. 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Your jewelry corny\nIt's cornier than cream corn and your team corny\nYa whole fleet boring, born with a heat seaking pistol\nLocked on nigga jaw piece\nFor talking that 'I can give and talk and see'\nBoy something like a phenomenon\nThat's why, some shit's like a feel arm my strong\nIt's like the \"Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous\"\nBitch, they get used to rhyme and stunt, they wanna give it the anus\nAnd bring it down, now, wow, how bout\nFuck it, let 'em chow down on dick with sauerkraut\nWhyle out, have it come to the heaters, down South\nRoundhouse, any bitch, you get caught in the Brown Brown\nBrownsville!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.83] (Sean Price)\n[00:03.65] My son got a gun, I say shoot, that's where the gat'll spray\n[00:24.44] Make these faggot niggaz go that a way, run\n[00:27.18] Your fab five is jumping, big knives, guns, bats and sticks\n[00:30.73] Fuck all that rapping shit\n[00:32.53] Give a fuck about your bar with the verse, put pa in a hearse\n[00:36.14] Best bet is throw your car in reverse\n[00:38.91] You can act up if you want, clapped up in ya front\n[00:41.68] Pull ya chest and ya back, skit left hooded laugh\n[00:45.27] Y'all niggaz do the row when I rhyme\n[00:47.02] Matter fact use a gun when I rhyme, yo\n[00:49.73] I throw shots from the back of the rover\n[00:52.42] Chickenwing Bob Backlund, that tag on your sofa\n[00:56.01] Niggaz actin' like they don't know Sean, til I\n[00:58.79] Run up on 'em, smack 'em up with the fo'fo nam\n[01:01.41] Focus the fire, throw shots, hopin' you die smokin'\n[01:05.04] Alot after the toast is retired, motherfucker\n[01:06.97] (Rustee Juxx)\n[01:07.85] Yo, fucking with Juxx, you already know what crime it is\n[01:10.52] Hard body beat breaking, that's what kinda rhyme it is\n[01:12.32] Kingston Ave., you already know who grind it is\n[01:15.99] Black beretta, special opt, that's what kinda nine it is\n[01:18.69] Body the wax, first I grab 'em by the neck\n[01:22.20] Then I throw the sawed shotty to back\n[01:24.03] Cold blooded, black hearted, swing the mac retarded\n[01:26.86] My weed clientele, excel my crack market\n[01:29.56] Shawshank swangeler, monster track mangler\n[01:31.39] Wild cowboy, two hosters on my wrangler's\n[01:35.82] Barbarian, I'm a savage, street viking\n[01:38.58] Bullet street striking, faster than grease lightning\n[01:43.08] Spit volcano, rain, hail, fire\n[01:44.86] Cuz misery sell millions, and pain sell hater\n[01:46.63] Fiend for the foam, my throne is indestructable\n[01:49.33] Niggaz like 'word, son, them niggaz cant fuck with\n[01:52.04] you'\n[01:53.07] (Rock)\n[01:53.85] Aiyo, I shake the ground when I walk\n[01:54.89] I mean I shake the town when I walk\n[01:55.78] Flip pound and lay you down for your thoughts\n[01:57.53] Lay you on the ground with your thoughts\n[01:59.36] Have your thoughts all over the ground in the park\n[02:02.00] Make a sound when I talk\n[02:03.87] Shhhh, it is the greatest, underrated MC\n[02:05.68] Niggaz hate but don't say it to me\n[02:07.41] They get chased in a tree\n[02:09.27] The moves you make in the piece\n[02:10.10] Ready to get Jason to be like - damn\n[02:12.85] keep these niggaz away from the grease, please\n[02:15.54] Bad news, gun click; you die, yo\n[02:17.35] You want good news, switch to Geico\n[02:20.17] A nigga fight me gettin his eye closed\n[02:21.97] And his shine stole, not you pa, your shit rhinestones\n[02:24.64] Think I don't know huh? Your jewelry corny\n[02:26.47] It's cornier than cream corn and your team corny\n[02:30.07] Ya whole fleet boring, born with a heat seaking pistol\n[02:32.79] Locked on nigga jaw piece\n[02:35.44] For talking that 'I can give and talk and see'\n[02:37.23] Boy something like a phenomenon\n[02:39.98] That's why, some shit's like a feel arm my strong\n[02:42.67] It's like the \"Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous\"\n[02:45.32] Bitch, they get used to rhyme and stunt, they wanna give it the anus\n[02:48.97] And bring it down, now, wow, how bout\n[02:51.72] Fuck it, let 'em chow down on dick with sauerkraut\n[02:54.46] Whyle out, have it come to the heaters, down South\n[02:57.10] Roundhouse, any bitch, you get caught in the Brown Brown\n[02:59.87] Brownsville!\n[03:03.43] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Slap Boxing (Feat. 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Your jewelry corny\n It's cornier than cream corn and your team corny\n Ya whole fleet boring, born with a heat seaking pistol\n Locked on nigga jaw piece\n For talking that 'I can give and talk and see'\n Boy something like a phenomenon\n That's why, some shit's like a feel arm my strong\n It's like the \"Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous\"\n Bitch, they get used to rhyme and stunt, they wanna give it the anus\n And bring it down, now, wow, how bout\n Fuck it, let 'em chow down on dick with sauerkraut\n Whyle out, have it come to the heaters, down South\n Roundhouse, any bitch, you get caught in the Brown Brown\n Brownsville!\n"}]