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Hop on the ballin'\n  Get us outta here before we be the next fallin'\n  Right now, this whole shit is bug, we the thugs\n  Yet the beast comin' up showin' niggas love\n  Took our burners, gave us dap, let us bounce\n  Now it's back to the dog house, to smoke the next ounce\n  Who could believe them beats left us alone\n  And took the chrome that's in one of our own back home\n  And not only that kid, check\n  How money that we just did, was that connect\n  For the cash, them pigs must of had dips for the stash\n  That ain't that some shit for ya ass\n  Troops say, ya never liked this pretty ass anyway\n  But that shit wit the pigs CO-made my day\n  Gave me a whole new outlook on the beast\n  Even watched out for the ones so called the beast\n  But anyway, you know we high right now\n  Doin' it like this, the original crook style\n"},{"id":663892,"name":"Hellucination","trackName":"Hellucination","artistName":"Smif-n-Wessun","albumName":"Dah Shinin'","duration":328.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Tek) (Steele)\nSittin on the toilet, shittin, puffin the dough\nStrobe light affect, everything's movin slow\nSlip into a deep zone, the sound let the phone bring me home\nStagger to my feet, emotion toward the walk talk\n(Aiyo Ripper what up nigga, check out this proposition\nThere's money to bait and I'm in the mood to go fishing)\nWhatever nigga, give me time to wash my ass\nMy habit at your norm' day, fiendin for the cash\n(Do what you gotta do, cuz I'm on my way in the car\nCuz when I get there, yo we outie like Tamar) Right right easy\n(Now I'm off to the south to get more info on this dough I heard about\nGotta make sure everything secure\nCan't let me and my man let these grants slip past our hands\nThe man's out heavy today\nI hope they don't try to get in the way of our pay)\nDamn, I'm ready, high noon, the man's out\nGotta take a quick shower, get dressed and bounce\nGrabbed a fatigue, strapped out the generals\nProper attire for all criminals\nBlazed up the clip, loads up the 4/5th\nIf a boy riff, leave a body their stiff\nWho dem man there gon rap on my door\nDisturb me at work, on the low dub four (Yo it's me)\nWho that (ST, what up) Aight hold up son, let me put it back on safety\n(Aiyo kid it smells like fresh grown cess, lets\nTwist up some trees before we jet)\nTrue, you know we keep a fat pack of sensee\nEven though you know it make our pockets go empty\n(But no less about to starved into free men\nSo whenever we finish we gon bag up this spinach)\nEasier said than done, peep the 4-1-1\nThe dred around the corner, just try to blast Ruck and dunn\n(I knew it, bad vibes flowin like fluid\nForget about the dough, let's do it\nI see you already strapped pa, so I'll meet you\nOutside, cuz my gats back in the car\nHow far must one go\nBefore he throw his whole entire life right out the window)\n\n(Talking)\n\n(Tek) (Steele)\nAnd a dead boy, and I don't even know\n(Aiyo he looks like the dred, that hooked us up on the low)\nWhat you say fly?\n(Thinkin out loud, just caught me in the zone\nI'll tell you all about it on the way home)\nWhatever, I'mma send this nigga to his essence\nFuckin wit the family, know he gotta learn a lesson\nAnd you know he ain't yardy right\nSome boy gon get dead tonight\nAs we strap on the gloves, feel the buzz from cannabis\nNiggas bout to get scandalous\n\n(Arguing and gunshots)\n\n(Steele)\nGotta be gon the double, I think I seen them all tumble\nBut on the left there's trouble\nUndercover had to spill staked out\nWatchin the whole thing go down, yo it's time to brake out\nThe 4/5th as I shift and drive\nCuz every mind right here might not leave alive\n\n(Tek)\nSon why you stallin? Hop on the ballin\nGet us outta here before we be the next fallin\nRight now, this whole shit is bug, we the thugs\nYet the beast comin up showin niggas love\nTook our burners, gave us dap, let us bounce\nNow it's back to the dog house, to smoke the next ounce\n\n(Talking)\n\n(Steele)\nWho could believe them beats left us alone\nAnd took the chrome that's in one of our own back home\nAnd not only that kid, check\nHow money that we just did, was that connect\nFor the cash, them pigs must of had dips for the stash\nThat ain't that some shit for ya ass\n\n(Tek)\nTroops say, ya never liked this pretty ass anyway\nBut that shit wit the pigs CO-made my day\nGave me a whole new outlook on the beast\nEven watched out for the ones so called the beast\nBut anyway, you know we high right now\nDoin it like this, the original crook style","syncedLyrics":"[00:18.13] (Tek) (Steele)\n[00:37.72] Sittin on the toilet, shittin, puffin the dough\n[00:39.91] Strobe light affect, everything's movin slow\n[00:42.29] Slip into a deep zone, the sound let the phone bring me home\n[00:46.11] Stagger to my feet, emotion toward the walk talk\n[00:48.53] (Aiyo Ripper what up nigga, check out this proposition\n[00:50.97] There's money to bait and I'm in the mood to go fishing)\n[00:53.45] Whatever nigga, give me time to wash my ass\n[00:55.72] My habit at your norm' day, fiendin for the cash\n[00:58.32] (Do what you gotta do, cuz I'm on my way in the car\n[01:00.78] Cuz when I get there, yo we outie like Tamar) Right right easy\n[01:04.29] (Now I'm off to the south to get more info on this dough I heard about\n[01:07.70] Gotta make sure everything secure\n[01:09.93] Can't let me and my man let these grants slip past our hands\n[01:13.26] The man's out heavy today\n[01:14.87] I hope they don't try to get in the way of our pay)\n[01:17.90] Damn, I'm ready, high noon, the man's out\n[01:20.02] Gotta take a quick shower, get dressed and bounce\n[01:22.38] Grabbed a fatigue, strapped out the generals\n[01:24.88] Proper attire for all criminals\n[01:27.16] Blazed up the clip, loads up the 4/5th\n[01:30.03] If a boy riff, leave a body their stiff\n[01:32.23] Who dem man there gon rap on my door\n[01:35.14] Disturb me at work, on the low dub four (Yo it's me)\n[01:38.47] Who that (ST, what up) Aight hold up son, let me put it back on safety\n[01:42.75] (Aiyo kid it smells like fresh grown cess, lets\n[01:45.39] Twist up some trees before we jet)\n[01:47.98] True, you know we keep a fat pack of sensee\n[01:50.23] Even though you know it make our pockets go empty\n[01:52.66] (But no less about to starved into free men\n[01:55.10] So whenever we finish we gon bag up this spinach)\n[01:57.77] Easier said than done, peep the 4-1-1\n[02:00.38] The dred around the corner, just try to blast Ruck and dunn\n[02:02.81] (I knew it, bad vibes flowin like fluid\n[02:05.97] Forget about the dough, let's do it\n[02:08.20] I see you already strapped pa, so I'll meet you\n[02:11.25] Outside, cuz my gats back in the car\n[02:13.34] How far must one go\n[02:14.96] Before he throw his whole entire life right out the window)\n[02:18.07] (Talking)\n[02:35.48] (Tek) (Steele)\n[02:37.94] And a dead boy, and I don't even know\n[02:40.77] (Aiyo he looks like the dred, that hooked us up on the low)\n[02:42.27] What you say fly?\n[02:43.08] (Thinkin out loud, just caught me in the zone\n[02:45.33] I'll tell you all about it on the way home)\n[02:47.43] Whatever, I'mma send this nigga to his essence\n[02:49.78] Fuckin wit the family, know he gotta learn a lesson\n[02:52.36] And you know he ain't yardy right\n[02:54.72] Some boy gon get dead tonight\n[02:57.27] As we strap on the gloves, feel the buzz from cannabis\n[03:00.32] Niggas bout to get scandalous\n[03:02.46] (Arguing and gunshots)\n[03:17.10] (Steele)\n[03:18.07] Gotta be gon the double, I think I seen them all tumble\n[03:21.33] But on the left there's trouble\n[03:23.16] Undercover had to spill staked out\n[03:25.36] Watchin the whole thing go down, yo it's time to brake out\n[03:27.71] The 4/5th as I shift and drive\n[03:30.09] Cuz every mind right here might not leave alive\n[03:33.33] (Tek)\n[03:33.52] Son why you stallin? 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don't even know\n  start_ms: 157940\n  end_ms: 160770\n- text: (Aiyo he looks like the dred, that hooked us up on the low)\n  start_ms: 160770\n  end_ms: 162270\n- text: What you say fly?\n  start_ms: 162270\n  end_ms: 163080\n- text: (Thinkin out loud, just caught me in the zone\n  start_ms: 163080\n  end_ms: 165330\n- text: I'll tell you all about it on the way home)\n  start_ms: 165330\n  end_ms: 167430\n- text: Whatever, I'mma send this nigga to his essence\n  start_ms: 167430\n  end_ms: 169780\n- text: Fuckin wit the family, know he gotta learn a lesson\n  start_ms: 169780\n  end_ms: 172360\n- text: And you know he ain't yardy right\n  start_ms: 172360\n  end_ms: 174720\n- text: Some boy gon get dead tonight\n  start_ms: 174720\n  end_ms: 177270\n- text: As we strap on the gloves, feel the buzz from cannabis\n  start_ms: 177270\n  end_ms: 180320\n- text: Niggas bout to get scandalous\n  start_ms: 180320\n  end_ms: 182460\n- text: (arguing and gunshots)\n  start_ms: 182460\n  end_ms: 197100\n- text: (Steele)\n  start_ms: 197100\n  end_ms: 198070\n- text: Gotta be gon the double, I think I seen them all tumble\n  start_ms: 198070\n  end_ms: 201330\n- text: But on the left there's trouble\n  start_ms: 201330\n  end_ms: 203160\n- text: Undercover had to spill staked out\n  start_ms: 203160\n  end_ms: 205360\n- text: Watchin the whole thing go down, yo it's time to brake out\n  start_ms: 205360\n  end_ms: 207710\n- text: The 4/5th as I shift and drive\n  start_ms: 207710\n  end_ms: 210090\n- text: Cuz every mind right here might not leave alive\n  start_ms: 210090\n  end_ms: 213330\n- text: (Tek)\n  start_ms: 213330\n  end_ms: 213520\n- text: Son why you stallin? Hop on the ballin\n  start_ms: 213520\n  end_ms: 216070\n- text: Get us outta here before we be the next fallin\n  start_ms: 216070\n  end_ms: 218520\n- text: Right now, this whole shit is bug, we the thugs\n  start_ms: 218520\n  end_ms: 221630\n- text: Yet the beast comin up showin niggas love\n  start_ms: 221630\n  end_ms: 223340\n- text: Took our burners, gave us dap, let us bounce\n  start_ms: 223340\n  end_ms: 225730\n- text: Now it's back to the dog house, to smoke the next ounce\n  start_ms: 225730\n  end_ms: 228590\n- text: (talking)\n  start_ms: 228590\n  end_ms: 247390\n- text: (Steele)\n  start_ms: 247390\n  end_ms: 248390\n- text: Who could believe them beats left us alone\n  start_ms: 248390\n  end_ms: 250560\n- text: And took the chrome that's in one of our own back home\n  start_ms: 250560\n  end_ms: 253160\n- text: And not only that kid, check\n  start_ms: 253160\n  end_ms: 255630\n- text: How money that we just did, was that connect\n  start_ms: 255630\n  end_ms: 257840\n- text: For the cash, them pigs must of had dips for the stash\n  start_ms: 257840\n  end_ms: 261140\n- text: That ain't that some shit for ya ass\n  start_ms: 261140\n  end_ms: 263620\n- text: (Tek)\n  start_ms: 263620\n  end_ms: 263970\n- text: Troops say, ya never liked this pretty ass anyway\n  start_ms: 263970\n  end_ms: 266180\n- text: But that shit wit the pigs CO-made my day\n  start_ms: 266180\n  end_ms: 268800\n- text: Gave me a whole new outlook on the beast\n  start_ms: 268800\n  end_ms: 271340\n- text: Even watched out for the ones so called the beast\n  start_ms: 271340\n  end_ms: 273700\n- text: But anyway, you know we high right now\n  start_ms: 273700\n  end_ms: 276370\n- text: Doin it like this, the original crook style\n  start_ms: 276370\n  end_ms: 278760\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 278760\nplain: |-\n  (Tek) (Steele)\n  Sittin on the toilet, shittin, puffin the dough\n  Strobe light affect, everything's movin slow\n  Slip into a deep zone, the sound let the phone bring me home\n  Stagger to my feet, emotion toward the walk talk\n  (Aiyo Ripper what up nigga, check out this proposition\n  There's money to bait and I'm in the mood to go fishing)\n  Whatever nigga, give me time to wash my ass\n  My habit at your norm' day, fiendin for the cash\n  (Do what you gotta do, cuz I'm on my way in the car\n  Cuz when I get there, yo we outie like Tamar) Right right easy\n  (Now I'm off to the south to get more info on this dough I heard about\n  Gotta make sure everything secure\n  Can't let me and my man let these grants slip past our hands\n  The man's out heavy today\n  I hope they don't try to get in the way of our pay)\n  Damn, I'm ready, high noon, the man's out\n  Gotta take a quick shower, get dressed and bounce\n  Grabbed a fatigue, strapped out the generals\n  Proper attire for all criminals\n  Blazed up the clip, loads up the 4/5th\n  If a boy riff, leave a body their stiff\n  Who dem man there gon rap on my door\n  Disturb me at work, on the low dub four (Yo it's me)\n  Who that (ST, what up) Aight hold up son, let me put it back on safety\n  (Aiyo kid it smells like fresh grown cess, lets\n  Twist up some trees before we jet)\n  True, you know we keep a fat pack of sensee\n  Even though you know it make our pockets go empty\n  (But no less about to starved into free men\n  So whenever we finish we gon bag up this spinach)\n  Easier said than done, peep the 4-1-1\n  The dred around the corner, just try to blast Ruck and dunn\n  (I knew it, bad vibes flowin like fluid\n  Forget about the dough, let's do it\n  I see you already strapped pa, so I'll meet you\n  outside, cuz my gats back in the car\n  How far must one go\n  before he throw his whole entire life right out the window)\n\n  (talking)\n\n  (Tek) (Steele)\n  And a dead boy, and I don't even know\n  (Aiyo he looks like the dred, that hooked us up on the low)\n  What you say fly?\n  (Thinkin out loud, just caught me in the zone\n  I'll tell you all about it on the way home)\n  Whatever, I'mma send this nigga to his essence\n  Fuckin wit the family, know he gotta learn a lesson\n  And you know he ain't yardy right\n  Some boy gon get dead tonight\n  As we strap on the gloves, feel the buzz from cannabis\n  Niggas bout to get scandalous\n\n  (arguing and gunshots)\n\n  (Steele)\n  Gotta be gon the double, I think I seen them all tumble\n  But on the left there's trouble\n  Undercover had to spill staked out\n  Watchin the whole thing go down, yo it's time to brake out\n  The 4/5th as I shift and drive\n  Cuz every mind right here might not leave alive\n\n  (Tek)\n  Son why you stallin? Hop on the ballin\n  Get us outta here before we be the next fallin\n  Right now, this whole shit is bug, we the thugs\n  Yet the beast comin up showin niggas love\n  Took our burners, gave us dap, let us bounce\n  Now it's back to the dog house, to smoke the next ounce\n\n  (talking)\n\n  (Steele)\n  Who could believe them beats left us alone\n  And took the chrome that's in one of our own back home\n  And not only that kid, check\n  How money that we just did, was that connect\n  For the cash, them pigs must of had dips for the stash\n  That ain't that some shit for ya ass\n\n  (Tek)\n  Troops say, ya never liked this pretty ass anyway\n  But that shit wit the pigs CO-made my day\n  Gave me a whole new outlook on the beast\n  Even watched out for the ones so called the beast\n  But anyway, you know we high right now\n  Doin it like this, the original crook style\n"}]