[{"id":7188905,"name":"Doe Doe And A Skunk","trackName":"Doe Doe And A Skunk","artistName":"Suga Free","albumName":"Street Gospel","duration":308.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chorus:\nSmokin' on that doe doe and a skunk\nAs I bump with the humps in the trunk\nI'm sippin' on that Hennesey because it's all good\nAs I bounce to a party in the hood\n(X2)\n\nVerse 1:\n\n(Suga Free)\nSlide, slide, slippety slide\nBecause I heard it was a party jumpin' on the Westside\nRide, Dogg, show me your eyes\nSo I'ma drink this Hennesey and give my head a real drive\nNow the rat-tat-tat-tat strapped on my back-back\nNothin' jacked but the cracker playa hater talkin' smack\n'Cause the party that I'm headed fo' is oh so deep\nAnd it's a Tony Lang thang so I'm bound to creep\nNow Suga Free don't dance, but I'd like to now\nAnd my hoes can't go until my money is right\nNow I'm about to get go after I G up from the feet up\nAnd roll this weed up, like?, speed up with the beat up\nAnd roll. Baby hold that stearin wheel while I roll this indo\nBetter known as the magic wand, the bomb, the antidote\nThe twilight smoker, 'fore smoke\nAs I swerve by the curb on some herb gettin' smoked\nHittin' 16 switches is the life\nWhile your girl send you to players anonymous, I perform like the Macs\nI sell her dreams to her like a quiet storm\nThe only reason why they be worth pennies is to keep her ankle from her\nAs I tip top out the Cadillac\nI see my homie DJ Quik and Tony Lang with that sticky green thang\n\n(? Tony Lang?)\n? Up in a planatary temper high\nTryin' to prevent a player from gettin' his pie, so let me fly\n\nChorus\n\nVerse 2:\n\n(Suga Free)\nSway, as I begin to hit the Chronic I see birds\nI'm paranoid but I still want that herb\nSomebody? cause my cotton mouth is back but I'm feelin' superb\nI'm in la-la land and I'm tweaky\nI'm in la-la land, but I see these girls freaky\nI'm in la-la land, time to start creepin'\nOne two three, I emerge as a G\nThe Chronic got my membrane stuck\nI'm Suga Free and I don't give a huff\nAnd my eyes are oh so loaded\nThat I can barely focus in on my folks\nSway, it's reserve, as I tip-toe\nSlip and slide to the flow where the? heatho?\nReally though, here we go ho\nFoe everytime I look around I see hoes\nSo many different freaks to be chose\nSo what you sayin'? What you sayin'?\nSpit that game and bust these hoes\n? Caught me for a dog, how?\nGot you niggas slippin' with this freak in, bow wow\nThat? was to, her skirt got hooked, her man got shook\nCause that's the way it's written down in a players book\nTo a bitch thinkin' just like blue\nDon't let her bounce off me, so we can stick on you\nNow if you got a sack of weed say \"Right, right\"\nNow hold it up and wave it from side to side\nCause your party ain't a party if you ain't got weed\nWoman cloud and contact smoke that I can book breath\nYeah I can feel my heart beat\nIt's Suga Free, come take this weed from me\nAnd something's wrong, I think I'm sprung, off of that twee. Suga Free\nAnd I feel so high, my mouth is dry\nBut I wanna fly in the sky and say goodbye as I rise\nSeems. As I take a deep breath from that boo-boo AKA the chronic\nNot that boo-bop that you got\nSeperate mine from yours, fool, I want the pie\nThat every other bud head do\nThe certain general has just informed you and I\nTo inhale and exhale, to breathale my bale well\n\nChorus 4x\n\nSmokin on that doe doe and a skunk...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Doe Doe And A Skunk\n  artist: Suga Free\n  album: Street Gospel\n  duration_ms: 308000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Chorus:\n  Smokin' on that doe doe and a skunk\n  As I bump with the humps in the trunk\n  I'm sippin' on that Hennesey because it's all good\n  As I bounce to a party in the hood\n  (X2)\n\n  Verse 1:\n\n  (Suga Free)\n  Slide, slide, slippety slide\n  Because I heard it was a party jumpin' on the Westside\n  Ride, Dogg, show me your eyes\n  So I'ma drink this Hennesey and give my head a real drive\n  Now the rat-tat-tat-tat strapped on my back-back\n  Nothin' jacked but the cracker playa hater talkin' smack\n  'Cause the party that I'm headed fo' is oh so deep\n  And it's a Tony Lang thang so I'm bound to creep\n  Now Suga Free don't dance, but I'd like to now\n  And my hoes can't go until my money is right\n  Now I'm about to get go after I G up from the feet up\n  And roll this weed up, like?, speed up with the beat up\n  And roll. Baby hold that stearin wheel while I roll this indo\n  Better known as the magic wand, the bomb, the antidote\n  The twilight smoker, 'fore smoke\n  As I swerve by the curb on some herb gettin' smoked\n  Hittin' 16 switches is the life\n  While your girl send you to players anonymous, I perform like the Macs\n  I sell her dreams to her like a quiet storm\n  The only reason why they be worth pennies is to keep her ankle from her\n  As I tip top out the Cadillac\n  I see my homie DJ Quik and Tony Lang with that sticky green thang\n\n  (? Tony Lang?)\n  ? Up in a planatary temper high\n  Tryin' to prevent a player from gettin' his pie, so let me fly\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse 2:\n\n  (Suga Free)\n  Sway, as I begin to hit the Chronic I see birds\n  I'm paranoid but I still want that herb\n  Somebody? cause my cotton mouth is back but I'm feelin' superb\n  I'm in la-la land and I'm tweaky\n  I'm in la-la land, but I see these girls freaky\n  I'm in la-la land, time to start creepin'\n  One two three, I emerge as a G\n  The Chronic got my membrane stuck\n  I'm Suga Free and I don't give a huff\n  And my eyes are oh so loaded\n  That I can barely focus in on my folks\n  Sway, it's reserve, as I tip-toe\n  Slip and slide to the flow where the? heatho?\n  Really though, here we go ho\n  Foe everytime I look around I see hoes\n  So many different freaks to be chose\n  So what you sayin'? What you sayin'?\n  Spit that game and bust these hoes\n  ? Caught me for a dog, how?\n  Got you niggas slippin' with this freak in, bow wow\n  That? was to, her skirt got hooked, her man got shook\n  Cause that's the way it's written down in a players book\n  To a bitch thinkin' just like blue\n  Don't let her bounce off me, so we can stick on you\n  Now if you got a sack of weed say \"Right, right\"\n  Now hold it up and wave it from side to side\n  Cause your party ain't a party if you ain't got weed\n  Woman cloud and contact smoke that I can book breath\n  Yeah I can feel my heart beat\n  It's Suga Free, come take this weed from me\n  And something's wrong, I think I'm sprung, off of that twee. Suga Free\n  And I feel so high, my mouth is dry\n  But I wanna fly in the sky and say goodbye as I rise\n  Seems. As I take a deep breath from that boo-boo AKA the chronic\n  Not that boo-bop that you got\n  Seperate mine from yours, fool, I want the pie\n  That every other bud head do\n  The certain general has just informed you and I\n  To inhale and exhale, to breathale my bale well\n\n  Chorus 4x\n\n  Smokin on that doe doe and a skunk...\n"},{"id":14349569,"name":"Doe Doe And A Skunk","trackName":"Doe Doe And A Skunk","artistName":"Suga Free","albumName":"Strret Gospel","duration":308.192653,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chorus:\nSmokin' on that doe doe and a skunk\nAs I bump with the humps in the trunk\nI'm sippin' on that Hennesey because it's all good\nAs I bounce to a party in the hood\n(x2)\n\nVerse 1:\n\n(Suga Free)\nSlide, slide, slippety slide\nBecause I heard it was a party jumpin' on the Westside\nRide, Dogg, show me your eyes\nSo I'ma drink this Hennesey and give my head a real drive\nNow the rat-tat-tat-tat strapped on my back-back\nNothin' jacked but the cracker playa hater talkin' smack\n'Cause the party that I'm headed fo' is oh so deep\nAnd it's a Tony Lang thang so I'm bound to creep\nNow Suga Free don't dance, but I'd like to now\nAnd my hoes can't go until my money is right\nNow I'm about to get go after I G up from the feet up\nAnd roll this weed up, like?, speed up with the beat up\nAnd roll. Baby hold that stearin wheel while I roll this indo\nBetter known as the magic wand, the bomb, the antidote\nThe twilight smoker, 'fore smoke\nAs I swerve by the curb on some herb gettin' smoked\nHittin' 16 switches is the life\nWhile your girl send you to players anonymous, I perform like the Macs\nI sell her dreams to her like a quiet storm\nThe only reason why they be worth pennies is to keep her ankle from her\nAs I tip top out the Cadillac\nI see my homie DJ Quik and Tony Lang with that sticky green thang\n\n(? Tony Lang?)\n? up in a planatary temper high\nTryin' to prevent a player from gettin' his pie, so let me fly\n\nChorus\n\nVerse 2:\n\n(Suga Free)\nSway, as I begin to hit the Chronic I see birds\nI'm paranoid but I still want that herb\nSomebody? cause my cotton mouth is back but I'm feelin' superb\nI'm in la-la land and I'm tweaky\nI'm in la-la land, but I see these girls freaky\nI'm in la-la land, time to start creepin'\nOne two three, I emerge as a G\nThe Chronic got my membrane stuck\nI'm Suga Free and I don't give a huff\nAnd my eyes are oh so loaded\nThat I can barely focus in on my folks\nSway, it's reserve, as I tip-toe\nSlip and slide to the flow where the? heatho?\nReally though, here we go ho\nFoe everytime I look around I see hoes\nSo many different freaks to be chose\nSo what you sayin'? What you sayin'?\nSpit that game and bust these hoes\n? caught me for a dog, how?\nGot you niggas slippin' with this freak in, bow wow\nThat? was to, her skirt got hooked, her man got shook\nCause that's the way it's written down in a players book\nTo a bitch thinkin' just like blue\nDon't let her bounce off me, so we can stick on you\nNow if you got a sack of weed say \"Right, right\"\nNow hold it up and wave it from side to side\nCause your party ain't a party if you ain't got weed\nWoman cloud and contact smoke that I can book breath\nYeah I can feel my heart beat\nIt's Suga Free, come take this weed from me\nAnd something's wrong, I think I'm sprung, off of that twee. Suga Free\nAnd I feel so high, my mouth is dry\nBut I wanna fly in the sky and say goodbye as I rise\nSeems. As I take a deep breath from that boo-boo AKA the chronic\nNot that boo-bop that you got\nSeperate mine from yours, fool, I want the pie\nThat every other bud head do\nThe certain general has just informed you and I\nTo inhale and exhale, to breathale my bale well\n\nChorus 4x\n\nSmokin on that doe doe and a skunk...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Doe Doe And A Skunk\n  artist: Suga Free\n  album: Strret Gospel\n  duration_ms: 308193\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Chorus:\n  Smokin' on that doe doe and a skunk\n  As I bump with the humps in the trunk\n  I'm sippin' on that Hennesey because it's all good\n  As I bounce to a party in the hood\n  (x2)\n\n  Verse 1:\n\n  (Suga Free)\n  Slide, slide, slippety slide\n  Because I heard it was a party jumpin' on the Westside\n  Ride, Dogg, show me your eyes\n  So I'ma drink this Hennesey and give my head a real drive\n  Now the rat-tat-tat-tat strapped on my back-back\n  Nothin' jacked but the cracker playa hater talkin' smack\n  'Cause the party that I'm headed fo' is oh so deep\n  And it's a Tony Lang thang so I'm bound to creep\n  Now Suga Free don't dance, but I'd like to now\n  And my hoes can't go until my money is right\n  Now I'm about to get go after I G up from the feet up\n  And roll this weed up, like?, speed up with the beat up\n  And roll. Baby hold that stearin wheel while I roll this indo\n  Better known as the magic wand, the bomb, the antidote\n  The twilight smoker, 'fore smoke\n  As I swerve by the curb on some herb gettin' smoked\n  Hittin' 16 switches is the life\n  While your girl send you to players anonymous, I perform like the Macs\n  I sell her dreams to her like a quiet storm\n  The only reason why they be worth pennies is to keep her ankle from her\n  As I tip top out the Cadillac\n  I see my homie DJ Quik and Tony Lang with that sticky green thang\n\n  (? Tony Lang?)\n  ? up in a planatary temper high\n  Tryin' to prevent a player from gettin' his pie, so let me fly\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse 2:\n\n  (Suga Free)\n  Sway, as I begin to hit the Chronic I see birds\n  I'm paranoid but I still want that herb\n  Somebody? cause my cotton mouth is back but I'm feelin' superb\n  I'm in la-la land and I'm tweaky\n  I'm in la-la land, but I see these girls freaky\n  I'm in la-la land, time to start creepin'\n  One two three, I emerge as a G\n  The Chronic got my membrane stuck\n  I'm Suga Free and I don't give a huff\n  And my eyes are oh so loaded\n  That I can barely focus in on my folks\n  Sway, it's reserve, as I tip-toe\n  Slip and slide to the flow where the? heatho?\n  Really though, here we go ho\n  Foe everytime I look around I see hoes\n  So many different freaks to be chose\n  So what you sayin'? What you sayin'?\n  Spit that game and bust these hoes\n  ? caught me for a dog, how?\n  Got you niggas slippin' with this freak in, bow wow\n  That? was to, her skirt got hooked, her man got shook\n  Cause that's the way it's written down in a players book\n  To a bitch thinkin' just like blue\n  Don't let her bounce off me, so we can stick on you\n  Now if you got a sack of weed say \"Right, right\"\n  Now hold it up and wave it from side to side\n  Cause your party ain't a party if you ain't got weed\n  Woman cloud and contact smoke that I can book breath\n  Yeah I can feel my heart beat\n  It's Suga Free, come take this weed from me\n  And something's wrong, I think I'm sprung, off of that twee. Suga Free\n  And I feel so high, my mouth is dry\n  But I wanna fly in the sky and say goodbye as I rise\n  Seems. As I take a deep breath from that boo-boo AKA the chronic\n  Not that boo-bop that you got\n  Seperate mine from yours, fool, I want the pie\n  That every other bud head do\n  The certain general has just informed you and I\n  To inhale and exhale, to breathale my bale well\n\n  Chorus 4x\n\n  Smokin on that doe doe and a skunk...\n"}]