[{"id":17471348,"name":"I Get My Roll On","trackName":"I Get My Roll On","artistName":"South Central Cartel","albumName":"South Central Madness","duration":226.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Eazy-E] (Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)\n[VERSE 1: Havikk]\nI get my roll on in a six-fo' Chevy\nCutlass sounds and the gangsta's still in me\nCheckin the streets and yo, my paint job is stickin\nI saw my cousin straight on the corner trickin\nCouldn't believe what I saw so I bust a right\nAnd all I saw was a damn gang fight\nCrips and Bloods straight scrappin on the backstreets\nPackin gats and shootin into swap meets\nFive-o's rollin and gafflin, I'm chillin\nI hit a U and saw a nigga straight slingin\nLley to a undercover five-o\nFive cars straight swooped and took him to the county, yo\nI drove up 87th and [Name]\nSaw a gangsta with a Uzi and a 40oz of 8Ball\nKhakis low, sweatshirt and locs on\nWith a hat sayin Jake Capone\nI just rolled by, I saw Snake, \"Nigga, what's up?\"\n\"What's up Havikk,\" it's a 64 Cut\nYo, I hit front, back, side to side\nThree-wheel motion as I cruised out to East Side\nYeah\n\n(Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)\nI get my roll on, you know what I'm sayin?\n(Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)\n[VERSE 2: Havikk]\nScooped up B and said, \"Nigga what you wanna do?\"\nWhatever's clever, let's roll through the Central\n[?] and crank the funk\nI punched out the piece out the window, yo\nI hit a right on Alondra\nI saw a freak cold steppin lookin like Jane Fonda\n\"What's up baby, Rhimeson's my ID\nNow have you rolled in a six-fo' Chevy?\nHooked on the Dana Danes, yo, we're two pimps\"\nShe said no, then she licked her lips\nKicked the seven digits, her name was Arhonda\nProd said that yo real propoer\nMobbed to the hood, scooped up the Killa G\nGot a beep, Luva Gee and saw Mouthpiece\nGettin bent off the chronic chillin with a hoe\nParked the fo' and pumped Smooth Criminal\nNiggas on my jimmy cause my six-fo' is stickin\nTinted windows, bumps and I'm chillin\nI crank the funk and I bail to the corner sto'\nGettin my roll on in South Central\nYeah\n\n(Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)\nI get my roll on\n(Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)\nYeah\n[ VERSE 3: Havikk ]\nHit Crenshaw with the front cold slammin\nPumpin dope cuts by the (?) straight draggin\nProd straight gee and a girl that's straight jockin\nMy smoke interior plus my sounds are knockin\nI hit a right and saw Bridgette in a 10-4\nPassed her up and got stopped by the five-o\nThey said my fo' was seen in a drive-by\nRan the plates and they asked for my alibi\n\"Now where were you at six o'clock?\"\nI said, \"At my girl Shay on the 1-10 block\"\nMy alibi checked and the five-o's jetted out\nPopped the trunk and I got my damn strap out\nCranked the fo' and said outro\nMy batteries need a charge, so let's mob to the Central\nWe saw a cutie on the backstreets\nGot her name and her number but baby wanted Prodeje\nAnother day of cruisin through the S.C.\nRollin deep and chillin with the posse\nI try to chill but I gotta get my clown on\nCause in my six-fo' I get my roll on\nYeah\n\n(Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)\nI get my roll on in South Central\n(Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)\nYeah\nI get my roll on\n(Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Get My Roll On\n  artist: South Central Cartel\n  album: South Central Madness\n  duration_ms: 226000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Eazy-E] (Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)\n  [VERSE 1: Havikk]\n  I get my roll on in a six-fo' Chevy\n  Cutlass sounds and the gangsta's still in me\n  Checkin the streets and yo, my paint job is stickin\n  I saw my cousin straight on the corner trickin\n  Couldn't believe what I saw so I bust a right\n  And all I saw was a damn gang fight\n  Crips and Bloods straight scrappin on the backstreets\n  Packin gats and shootin into swap meets\n  Five-o's rollin and gafflin, I'm chillin\n  I hit a U and saw a nigga straight slingin\n  Lley to a undercover five-o\n  Five cars straight swooped and took him to the county, yo\n  I drove up 87th and [Name]\n  Saw a gangsta with a Uzi and a 40oz of 8Ball\n  Khakis low, sweatshirt and locs on\n  With a hat sayin Jake Capone\n  I just rolled by, I saw Snake, \"Nigga, what's up?\"\n  \"What's up Havikk,\" it's a 64 Cut\n  Yo, I hit front, back, side to side\n  Three-wheel motion as I cruised out to East Side\n  Yeah\n\n  (Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)\n  I get my roll on, you know what I'm sayin?\n  (Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)\n  [VERSE 2: Havikk]\n  Scooped up B and said, \"Nigga what you wanna do?\"\n  Whatever's clever, let's roll through the Central\n  [?] and crank the funk\n  I punched out the piece out the window, yo\n  I hit a right on Alondra\n  I saw a freak cold steppin lookin like Jane Fonda\n  \"What's up baby, Rhimeson's my ID\n  Now have you rolled in a six-fo' Chevy?\n  Hooked on the Dana Danes, yo, we're two pimps\"\n  She said no, then she licked her lips\n  Kicked the seven digits, her name was Arhonda\n  Prod said that yo real propoer\n  Mobbed to the hood, scooped up the Killa G\n  Got a beep, Luva Gee and saw Mouthpiece\n  Gettin bent off the chronic chillin with a hoe\n  Parked the fo' and pumped Smooth Criminal\n  Niggas on my jimmy cause my six-fo' is stickin\n  Tinted windows, bumps and I'm chillin\n  I crank the funk and I bail to the corner sto'\n  Gettin my roll on in South Central\n  Yeah\n\n  (Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)\n  I get my roll on\n  (Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)\n  Yeah\n  [ VERSE 3: Havikk ]\n  Hit Crenshaw with the front cold slammin\n  Pumpin dope cuts by the (?) straight draggin\n  Prod straight gee and a girl that's straight jockin\n  My smoke interior plus my sounds are knockin\n  I hit a right and saw Bridgette in a 10-4\n  Passed her up and got stopped by the five-o\n  They said my fo' was seen in a drive-by\n  Ran the plates and they asked for my alibi\n  \"Now where were you at six o'clock?\"\n  I said, \"At my girl Shay on the 1-10 block\"\n  My alibi checked and the five-o's jetted out\n  Popped the trunk and I got my damn strap out\n  Cranked the fo' and said outro\n  My batteries need a charge, so let's mob to the Central\n  We saw a cutie on the backstreets\n  Got her name and her number but baby wanted Prodeje\n  Another day of cruisin through the S.C.\n  Rollin deep and chillin with the posse\n  I try to chill but I gotta get my clown on\n  Cause in my six-fo' I get my roll on\n  Yeah\n\n  (Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)\n  I get my roll on in South Central\n  (Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)\n  Yeah\n  I get my roll on\n  (Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)\n"},{"id":31838212,"name":"I Get My Roll On","trackName":"I Get My Roll On","artistName":"South Central Cartel","albumName":"Cartel or Die...S.C.C.'s Most Gangsta","duration":249.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Eazy-E] (Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)\n[VERSE 1: Havikk]\nI get my roll on in a six-fo' Chevy\nCutlass sounds and the gangsta's still in me\nCheckin the streets and yo, my paint job is stickin\nI saw my cousin straight on the corner trickin\nCouldn't believe what I saw so I bust a right\nAnd all I saw was a damn gang fight\nCrips and Bloods straight scrappin on the backstreets\nPackin gats and shootin into swap meets\nFive-o's rollin and gafflin, I'm chillin\nI hit a U and saw a nigga straight slingin\nLley to a undercover five-o\nFive cars straight swooped and took him to the county, yo\nI drove up 87th and [Name]\nSaw a gangsta with a Uzi and a 40oz of 8Ball\nKhakis low, sweatshirt and locs on\nWith a hat sayin Jake Capone\nI just rolled by, I saw Snake, \"Nigga, what's up?\"\n\"What's up Havikk,\" it's a 64 Cut\nYo, I hit front, back, side to side\nThree-wheel motion as I cruised out to East Side\nYeah\n\n(Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)\nI get my roll on, you know what I'm sayin?\n(Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)\n[VERSE 2: Havikk]\nScooped up B and said, \"Nigga what you wanna do?\"\nWhatever's clever, let's roll through the Central\n[?] and crank the funk\nI punched out the piece out the window, yo\nI hit a right on Alondra\nI saw a freak cold steppin lookin like Jane Fonda\n\"What's up baby, Rhimeson's my ID\nNow have you rolled in a six-fo' Chevy?\nHooked on the Dana Danes, yo, we're two pimps\"\nShe said no, then she licked her lips\nKicked the seven digits, her name was Arhonda\nProd said that yo real propoer\nMobbed to the hood, scooped up the Killa G\nGot a beep, Luva Gee and saw Mouthpiece\nGettin bent off the chronic chillin with a hoe\nParked the fo' and pumped Smooth Criminal\nNiggas on my jimmy cause my six-fo' is stickin\nTinted windows, bumps and I'm chillin\nI crank the funk and I bail to the corner sto'\nGettin my roll on in South Central\nYeah\n\n(Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)\nI get my roll on\n(Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)\nYeah\n[ VERSE 3: Havikk ]\nHit Crenshaw with the front cold slammin\nPumpin dope cuts by the (?) straight draggin\nProd straight gee and a girl that's straight jockin\nMy smoke interior plus my sounds are knockin\nI hit a right and saw Bridgette in a 10-4\nPassed her up and got stopped by the five-o\nThey said my fo' was seen in a drive-by\nRan the plates and they asked for my alibi\n\"Now where were you at six o'clock?\"\nI said, \"At my girl Shay on the 1-10 block\"\nMy alibi checked and the five-o's jetted out\nPopped the trunk and I got my damn strap out\nCranked the fo' and said outro\nMy batteries need a charge, so let's mob to the Central\nWe saw a cutie on the backstreets\nGot her name and her number but baby wanted Prodeje\nAnother day of cruisin through the S.C.\nRollin deep and chillin with the posse\nI try to chill but I gotta get my clown on\nCause in my six-fo' I get my roll on\nYeah\n\n(Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)\nI get my roll on in South Central\n(Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)\nYeah\nI get my roll on\n(Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Get My Roll On\n  artist: South Central Cartel\n  album: Cartel or Die...S.C.C.'s Most Gangsta\n  duration_ms: 249000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Eazy-E] (Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)\n  [VERSE 1: Havikk]\n  I get my roll on in a six-fo' Chevy\n  Cutlass sounds and the gangsta's still in me\n  Checkin the streets and yo, my paint job is stickin\n  I saw my cousin straight on the corner trickin\n  Couldn't believe what I saw so I bust a right\n  And all I saw was a damn gang fight\n  Crips and Bloods straight scrappin on the backstreets\n  Packin gats and shootin into swap meets\n  Five-o's rollin and gafflin, I'm chillin\n  I hit a U and saw a nigga straight slingin\n  Lley to a undercover five-o\n  Five cars straight swooped and took him to the county, yo\n  I drove up 87th and [Name]\n  Saw a gangsta with a Uzi and a 40oz of 8Ball\n  Khakis low, sweatshirt and locs on\n  With a hat sayin Jake Capone\n  I just rolled by, I saw Snake, \"Nigga, what's up?\"\n  \"What's up Havikk,\" it's a 64 Cut\n  Yo, I hit front, back, side to side\n  Three-wheel motion as I cruised out to East Side\n  Yeah\n\n  (Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)\n  I get my roll on, you know what I'm sayin?\n  (Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)\n  [VERSE 2: Havikk]\n  Scooped up B and said, \"Nigga what you wanna do?\"\n  Whatever's clever, let's roll through the Central\n  [?] and crank the funk\n  I punched out the piece out the window, yo\n  I hit a right on Alondra\n  I saw a freak cold steppin lookin like Jane Fonda\n  \"What's up baby, Rhimeson's my ID\n  Now have you rolled in a six-fo' Chevy?\n  Hooked on the Dana Danes, yo, we're two pimps\"\n  She said no, then she licked her lips\n  Kicked the seven digits, her name was Arhonda\n  Prod said that yo real propoer\n  Mobbed to the hood, scooped up the Killa G\n  Got a beep, Luva Gee and saw Mouthpiece\n  Gettin bent off the chronic chillin with a hoe\n  Parked the fo' and pumped Smooth Criminal\n  Niggas on my jimmy cause my six-fo' is stickin\n  Tinted windows, bumps and I'm chillin\n  I crank the funk and I bail to the corner sto'\n  Gettin my roll on in South Central\n  Yeah\n\n  (Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)\n  I get my roll on\n  (Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)\n  Yeah\n  [ VERSE 3: Havikk ]\n  Hit Crenshaw with the front cold slammin\n  Pumpin dope cuts by the (?) straight draggin\n  Prod straight gee and a girl that's straight jockin\n  My smoke interior plus my sounds are knockin\n  I hit a right and saw Bridgette in a 10-4\n  Passed her up and got stopped by the five-o\n  They said my fo' was seen in a drive-by\n  Ran the plates and they asked for my alibi\n  \"Now where were you at six o'clock?\"\n  I said, \"At my girl Shay on the 1-10 block\"\n  My alibi checked and the five-o's jetted out\n  Popped the trunk and I got my damn strap out\n  Cranked the fo' and said outro\n  My batteries need a charge, so let's mob to the Central\n  We saw a cutie on the backstreets\n  Got her name and her number but baby wanted Prodeje\n  Another day of cruisin through the S.C.\n  Rollin deep and chillin with the posse\n  I try to chill but I gotta get my clown on\n  Cause in my six-fo' I get my roll on\n  Yeah\n\n  (Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)\n  I get my roll on in South Central\n  (Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)\n  Yeah\n  I get my roll on\n  (Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)\n"}]