[{"id":29898697,"name":"Fallin' On","trackName":"Fallin' On","artistName":"Tash","albumName":"Rap Life","duration":190.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Let's dive right in they ass quick fast an' in a hurry\nTell 'em what, tell 'em, what?\nWhile you was fallin' off, CaTashTraphe was fallin' on\nAsk the niggas in the streets, I hold it down for Californ'\nBorn to be the livest nigga, so you know it's soul survivin'\nOn the mic, I move the crowd like Big Pun stage divin'\nI been around the world, pullin' girls\nI pull 'em three at once, that's why I said it wit a plural\nI'm like Earl the Pearl, straight pimp referral\nY'all niggas can't win, it's like you sword fightin' Zorro\nY'all bummy muthafuckers can't pull my card\nI smack the fuck out y'all niggas while I'm tryin' to be hard\nBut like my nigga at the Grammy's, CaTash is for the children\nMy style be standin' out like gang writing on a building\nI build an' destroy ya, destroy your employer\nIf y'all niggas ain't on Loud, they wasn't doin' nuttin' for ya\nPot lit the wick to the dynamite stick\nSo when it blow up in your grill, watch how ugly it get\nWe got L dot A dot, rock that spot\nWe here to take it all, fool, what the fuck you got?\nYou can't stop the plot 'coz this is how it's goin'\nWhile you was fallin' off, CaTashTraphe was fallin' on\n'Coz this the hip hop that Crips rock\nThe hip hop the Bloods rock\nThe hip hop the thugs rock\nThe hip hop the clubs rock\nDon't hate on it, don't hate on it, don't hate on it\nSo while you waitin' an' debatin, concentratin' on hatin'\nThat nigga Tash be up the street on this deep dish dance\nBlowin' indo out the window, clownin' niggas wit my ices\nIn a black SS, California on the license\nMy name is hella famous but it's time you learned about me\nEven though I'm rockin' solo, I'ma always be a Alki\nJ, Tash an' Swift, we work the night shift\nI'll be fucked up when I rap, so sometimes my eyes drift\nI could push you off a cliff an' catch you right before you land\nI'm the Million Dollar Man, you better get this while you can\nI been in this fo' a minute, CaTash be winnin' pennants\nEvery time I grab the mic, it's like I'm speakin' to the Senate\nBut I'm not a politician, more like a rap magician\nPresto chango, Bermuda Triangle\nPull a album outta hat, CaTashTraphe'll fire circuit\nMy style be comin' off too hard to interpret\nWe got L dot A dot, rock that spot\nWe here to take it all, fool, what the fuck you got?\nYou can't stop the plot 'coz this is how it's goin'\nWhile you was fallin' off, CaTashTraphe was fallin' on\n'Coz this the hip hop that Crips rock\nThe hip hop the Bloods rock\nThe hip hop the thugs rock\nThe hip hop the clubs rock\nDon't hate on it, don't hate on it, don't hate on it\nSo while I smack you wit the force to knock your ship off course\nIf this funk don't move your wife, you better file for divorce\n'Coz that bitch you treat to eat, got two left feet\nI seen y'all dancin' 'cross the street an' y'all was both off beat\nSo I'ma end it wit a blaa an' jet immediately after\nCan't kick wit y'all niggas, y'all might be the Gay Rapper\nCaTash, the lion trapper, number one for big consumptions\nIn the function in conjunction wit my nigga on production\nYou better recognize, nigga, we on the same boat\nWe be both be gettin' loc'd when we off that smoky smoke\nHit you wit the okey-doke, you better do the Hokey Poke\nAn' turn yourself around before I gotta choke some folks\nI never go for broke, I break it down for major wage\nI be rappin' wit a gauge, Likwit Crew'll flip your page\nConfusin' as amazed, comin' at you like a storm\nWhile you was fallin' off, CaTashTraphe was fallin' on\nAn' on an' on an' on an' on an' on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fallin' On\n  artist: Tash\n  album: Rap Life\n  duration_ms: 190000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Let's dive right in they ass quick fast an' in a hurry\n  Tell 'em what, tell 'em, what?\n  While you was fallin' off, CaTashTraphe was fallin' on\n  Ask the niggas in the streets, I hold it down for Californ'\n  Born to be the livest nigga, so you know it's soul survivin'\n  On the mic, I move the crowd like Big Pun stage divin'\n  I been around the world, pullin' girls\n  I pull 'em three at once, that's why I said it wit a plural\n  I'm like Earl the Pearl, straight pimp referral\n  Y'all niggas can't win, it's like you sword fightin' Zorro\n  Y'all bummy muthafuckers can't pull my card\n  I smack the fuck out y'all niggas while I'm tryin' to be hard\n  But like my nigga at the Grammy's, CaTash is for the children\n  My style be standin' out like gang writing on a building\n  I build an' destroy ya, destroy your employer\n  If y'all niggas ain't on Loud, they wasn't doin' nuttin' for ya\n  Pot lit the wick to the dynamite stick\n  So when it blow up in your grill, watch how ugly it get\n  We got L dot A dot, rock that spot\n  We here to take it all, fool, what the fuck you got?\n  You can't stop the plot 'coz this is how it's goin'\n  While you was fallin' off, CaTashTraphe was fallin' on\n  'Coz this the hip hop that Crips rock\n  The hip hop the Bloods rock\n  The hip hop the thugs rock\n  The hip hop the clubs rock\n  Don't hate on it, don't hate on it, don't hate on it\n  So while you waitin' an' debatin, concentratin' on hatin'\n  That nigga Tash be up the street on this deep dish dance\n  Blowin' indo out the window, clownin' niggas wit my ices\n  In a black SS, California on the license\n  My name is hella famous but it's time you learned about me\n  Even though I'm rockin' solo, I'ma always be a Alki\n  J, Tash an' Swift, we work the night shift\n  I'll be fucked up when I rap, so sometimes my eyes drift\n  I could push you off a cliff an' catch you right before you land\n  I'm the Million Dollar Man, you better get this while you can\n  I been in this fo' a minute, CaTash be winnin' pennants\n  Every time I grab the mic, it's like I'm speakin' to the Senate\n  But I'm not a politician, more like a rap magician\n  Presto chango, Bermuda Triangle\n  Pull a album outta hat, CaTashTraphe'll fire circuit\n  My style be comin' off too hard to interpret\n  We got L dot A dot, rock that spot\n  We here to take it all, fool, what the fuck you got?\n  You can't stop the plot 'coz this is how it's goin'\n  While you was fallin' off, CaTashTraphe was fallin' on\n  'Coz this the hip hop that Crips rock\n  The hip hop the Bloods rock\n  The hip hop the thugs rock\n  The hip hop the clubs rock\n  Don't hate on it, don't hate on it, don't hate on it\n  So while I smack you wit the force to knock your ship off course\n  If this funk don't move your wife, you better file for divorce\n  'Coz that bitch you treat to eat, got two left feet\n  I seen y'all dancin' 'cross the street an' y'all was both off beat\n  So I'ma end it wit a blaa an' jet immediately after\n  Can't kick wit y'all niggas, y'all might be the Gay Rapper\n  CaTash, the lion trapper, number one for big consumptions\n  In the function in conjunction wit my nigga on production\n  You better recognize, nigga, we on the same boat\n  We be both be gettin' loc'd when we off that smoky smoke\n  Hit you wit the okey-doke, you better do the Hokey Poke\n  An' turn yourself around before I gotta choke some folks\n  I never go for broke, I break it down for major wage\n  I be rappin' wit a gauge, Likwit Crew'll flip your page\n  Confusin' as amazed, comin' at you like a storm\n  While you was fallin' off, CaTashTraphe was fallin' on\n  An' on an' on an' on an' on an' on\n"},{"id":12333661,"name":"Fallin' On","trackName":"Fallin' On","artistName":"Tash","albumName":"Rap Life","duration":205.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Let's dive right in they ass quick fast an' in a hurry\nTell 'em what, tell 'em, what?\nWhile you was fallin' off, CaTashTraphe was fallin' on\nAsk the niggas in the streets, I hold it down for Californ'\nBorn to be the livest nigga, so you know it's soul survivin'\nOn the mic, I move the crowd like Big Pun stage divin'\nI been around the world, pullin' girls\nI pull 'em three at once, that's why I said it wit a plural\nI'm like Earl the Pearl, straight pimp referral\nY'all niggas can't win, it's like you sword fightin' Zorro\nY'all bummy muthafuckers can't pull my card\nI smack the fuck out y'all niggas while I'm tryin' to be hard\nBut like my nigga at the Grammy's, CaTash is for the children\nMy style be standin' out like gang writing on a building\nI build an' destroy ya, destroy your employer\nIf y'all niggas ain't on Loud, they wasn't doin' nuttin' for ya\nPot lit the wick to the dynamite stick\nSo when it blow up in your grill, watch how ugly it get\nWe got L dot A dot, rock that spot\nWe here to take it all, fool, what the fuck you got?\nYou can't stop the plot 'coz this is how it's goin'\nWhile you was fallin' off, CaTashTraphe was fallin' on\n'Coz this the hip hop that Crips rock\nThe hip hop the Bloods rock\nThe hip hop the thugs rock\nThe hip hop the clubs rock\nDon't hate on it, don't hate on it, don't hate on it\nSo while you waitin' an' debatin, concentratin' on hatin'\nThat nigga Tash be up the street on this deep dish dance\nBlowin' indo out the window, clownin' niggas wit my ices\nIn a black SS, California on the license\nMy name is hella famous but it's time you learned about me\nEven though I'm rockin' solo, I'ma always be a Alki\nJ, Tash an' Swift, we work the night shift\nI'll be fucked up when I rap, so sometimes my eyes drift\nI could push you off a cliff an' catch you right before you land\nI'm the Million Dollar Man, you better get this while you can\nI been in this fo' a minute, CaTash be winnin' pennants\nEvery time I grab the mic, it's like I'm speakin' to the Senate\nBut I'm not a politician, more like a rap magician\nPresto chango, Bermuda Triangle\nPull a album outta hat, CaTashTraphe'll fire circuit\nMy style be comin' off too hard to interpret\nWe got L dot A dot, rock that spot\nWe here to take it all, fool, what the fuck you got?\nYou can't stop the plot 'coz this is how it's goin'\nWhile you was fallin' off, CaTashTraphe was fallin' on\n'Coz this the hip hop that Crips rock\nThe hip hop the Bloods rock\nThe hip hop the thugs rock\nThe hip hop the clubs rock\nDon't hate on it, don't hate on it, don't hate on it\nSo while I smack you wit the force to knock your ship off course\nIf this funk don't move your wife, you better file for divorce\n'Coz that bitch you treat to eat, got two left feet\nI seen y'all dancin' 'cross the street an' y'all was both off beat\nSo I'ma end it wit a blaa an' jet immediately after\nCan't kick wit y'all niggas, y'all might be the Gay Rapper\nCaTash, the lion trapper, number one for big consumptions\nIn the function in conjunction wit my nigga on production\nYou better recognize, nigga, we on the same boat\nWe be both be gettin' loc'd when we off that smoky smoke\nHit you wit the okey-doke, you better do the Hokey Poke\nAn' turn yourself around before I gotta choke some folks\nI never go for broke, I break it down for major wage\nI be rappin' wit a gauge, Likwit Crew'll flip your page\nConfusin' as amazed, comin' at you like a storm\nWhile you was fallin' off, CaTashTraphe was fallin' on\nAn' on an' on an' on an' on an' on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fallin' On\n  artist: Tash\n  album: Rap Life\n  duration_ms: 205000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Let's dive right in they ass quick fast an' in a hurry\n  Tell 'em what, tell 'em, what?\n  While you was fallin' off, CaTashTraphe was fallin' on\n  Ask the niggas in the streets, I hold it down for Californ'\n  Born to be the livest nigga, so you know it's soul survivin'\n  On the mic, I move the crowd like Big Pun stage divin'\n  I been around the world, pullin' girls\n  I pull 'em three at once, that's why I said it wit a plural\n  I'm like Earl the Pearl, straight pimp referral\n  Y'all niggas can't win, it's like you sword fightin' Zorro\n  Y'all bummy muthafuckers can't pull my card\n  I smack the fuck out y'all niggas while I'm tryin' to be hard\n  But like my nigga at the Grammy's, CaTash is for the children\n  My style be standin' out like gang writing on a building\n  I build an' destroy ya, destroy your employer\n  If y'all niggas ain't on Loud, they wasn't doin' nuttin' for ya\n  Pot lit the wick to the dynamite stick\n  So when it blow up in your grill, watch how ugly it get\n  We got L dot A dot, rock that spot\n  We here to take it all, fool, what the fuck you got?\n  You can't stop the plot 'coz this is how it's goin'\n  While you was fallin' off, CaTashTraphe was fallin' on\n  'Coz this the hip hop that Crips rock\n  The hip hop the Bloods rock\n  The hip hop the thugs rock\n  The hip hop the clubs rock\n  Don't hate on it, don't hate on it, don't hate on it\n  So while you waitin' an' debatin, concentratin' on hatin'\n  That nigga Tash be up the street on this deep dish dance\n  Blowin' indo out the window, clownin' niggas wit my ices\n  In a black SS, California on the license\n  My name is hella famous but it's time you learned about me\n  Even though I'm rockin' solo, I'ma always be a Alki\n  J, Tash an' Swift, we work the night shift\n  I'll be fucked up when I rap, so sometimes my eyes drift\n  I could push you off a cliff an' catch you right before you land\n  I'm the Million Dollar Man, you better get this while you can\n  I been in this fo' a minute, CaTash be winnin' pennants\n  Every time I grab the mic, it's like I'm speakin' to the Senate\n  But I'm not a politician, more like a rap magician\n  Presto chango, Bermuda Triangle\n  Pull a album outta hat, CaTashTraphe'll fire circuit\n  My style be comin' off too hard to interpret\n  We got L dot A dot, rock that spot\n  We here to take it all, fool, what the fuck you got?\n  You can't stop the plot 'coz this is how it's goin'\n  While you was fallin' off, CaTashTraphe was fallin' on\n  'Coz this the hip hop that Crips rock\n  The hip hop the Bloods rock\n  The hip hop the thugs rock\n  The hip hop the clubs rock\n  Don't hate on it, don't hate on it, don't hate on it\n  So while I smack you wit the force to knock your ship off course\n  If this funk don't move your wife, you better file for divorce\n  'Coz that bitch you treat to eat, got two left feet\n  I seen y'all dancin' 'cross the street an' y'all was both off beat\n  So I'ma end it wit a blaa an' jet immediately after\n  Can't kick wit y'all niggas, y'all might be the Gay Rapper\n  CaTash, the lion trapper, number one for big consumptions\n  In the function in conjunction wit my nigga on production\n  You better recognize, nigga, we on the same boat\n  We be both be gettin' loc'd when we off that smoky smoke\n  Hit you wit the okey-doke, you better do the Hokey Poke\n  An' turn yourself around before I gotta choke some folks\n  I never go for broke, I break it down for major wage\n  I be rappin' wit a gauge, Likwit Crew'll flip your page\n  Confusin' as amazed, comin' at you like a storm\n  While you was fallin' off, CaTashTraphe was fallin' on\n  An' on an' on an' on an' on an' on\n"},{"id":35936097,"name":"Fallin' On","trackName":"Fallin' On","artistName":"Tash","albumName":"Tape Proprietors","duration":190.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Let's dive right in they ass quick fast an' in a hurry\nTell 'em what, tell 'em, what?\nWhile you was fallin' off, CaTashTraphe was fallin' on\nAsk the niggas in the streets, I hold it down for Californ'\nBorn to be the livest nigga, so you know it's soul survivin'\nOn the mic, I move the crowd like Big Pun stage divin'\nI been around the world, pullin' girls\nI pull 'em three at once, that's why I said it wit a plural\nI'm like Earl the Pearl, straight pimp referral\nY'all niggas can't win, it's like you sword fightin' Zorro\nY'all bummy muthafuckers can't pull my card\nI smack the fuck out y'all niggas while I'm tryin' to be hard\nBut like my nigga at the Grammy's, CaTash is for the children\nMy style be standin' out like gang writing on a building\nI build an' destroy ya, destroy your employer\nIf y'all niggas ain't on Loud, they wasn't doin' nuttin' for ya\nPot lit the wick to the dynamite stick\nSo when it blow up in your grill, watch how ugly it get\nWe got L dot A dot, rock that spot\nWe here to take it all, fool, what the fuck you got?\nYou can't stop the plot 'coz this is how it's goin'\nWhile you was fallin' off, CaTashTraphe was fallin' on\n'Coz this the hip hop that Crips rock\nThe hip hop the Bloods rock\nThe hip hop the thugs rock\nThe hip hop the clubs rock\nDon't hate on it, don't hate on it, don't hate on it\nSo while you waitin' an' debatin, concentratin' on hatin'\nThat nigga Tash be up the street on this deep dish dance\nBlowin' indo out the window, clownin' niggas wit my ices\nIn a black SS, California on the license\nMy name is hella famous but it's time you learned about me\nEven though I'm rockin' solo, I'ma always be a Alki\nJ, Tash an' Swift, we work the night shift\nI'll be fucked up when I rap, so sometimes my eyes drift\nI could push you off a cliff an' catch you right before you land\nI'm the Million Dollar Man, you better get this while you can\nI been in this fo' a minute, CaTash be winnin' pennants\nEvery time I grab the mic, it's like I'm speakin' to the Senate\nBut I'm not a politician, more like a rap magician\nPresto chango, Bermuda Triangle\nPull a album outta hat, CaTashTraphe'll fire circuit\nMy style be comin' off too hard to interpret\nWe got L dot A dot, rock that spot\nWe here to take it all, fool, what the fuck you got?\nYou can't stop the plot 'coz this is how it's goin'\nWhile you was fallin' off, CaTashTraphe was fallin' on\n'Coz this the hip hop that Crips rock\nThe hip hop the Bloods rock\nThe hip hop the thugs rock\nThe hip hop the clubs rock\nDon't hate on it, don't hate on it, don't hate on it\nSo while I smack you wit the force to knock your ship off course\nIf this funk don't move your wife, you better file for divorce\n'Coz that bitch you treat to eat, got two left feet\nI seen y'all dancin' 'cross the street an' y'all was both off beat\nSo I'ma end it wit a blaa an' jet immediately after\nCan't kick wit y'all niggas, y'all might be the Gay Rapper\nCaTash, the lion trapper, number one for big consumptions\nIn the function in conjunction wit my nigga on production\nYou better recognize, nigga, we on the same boat\nWe be both be gettin' loc'd when we off that smoky smoke\nHit you wit the okey-doke, you better do the Hokey Poke\nAn' turn yourself around before I gotta choke some folks\nI never go for broke, I break it down for major wage\nI be rappin' wit a gauge, Likwit Crew'll flip your page\nConfusin' as amazed, comin' at you like a storm\nWhile you was fallin' off, CaTashTraphe was fallin' on\nAn' on an' on an' on an' on an' on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fallin' On\n  artist: Tash\n  album: Tape Proprietors\n  duration_ms: 190000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Let's dive right in they ass quick fast an' in a hurry\n  Tell 'em what, tell 'em, what?\n  While you was fallin' off, CaTashTraphe was fallin' on\n  Ask the niggas in the streets, I hold it down for Californ'\n  Born to be the livest nigga, so you know it's soul survivin'\n  On the mic, I move the crowd like Big Pun stage divin'\n  I been around the world, pullin' girls\n  I pull 'em three at once, that's why I said it wit a plural\n  I'm like Earl the Pearl, straight pimp referral\n  Y'all niggas can't win, it's like you sword fightin' Zorro\n  Y'all bummy muthafuckers can't pull my card\n  I smack the fuck out y'all niggas while I'm tryin' to be hard\n  But like my nigga at the Grammy's, CaTash is for the children\n  My style be standin' out like gang writing on a building\n  I build an' destroy ya, destroy your employer\n  If y'all niggas ain't on Loud, they wasn't doin' nuttin' for ya\n  Pot lit the wick to the dynamite stick\n  So when it blow up in your grill, watch how ugly it get\n  We got L dot A dot, rock that spot\n  We here to take it all, fool, what the fuck you got?\n  You can't stop the plot 'coz this is how it's goin'\n  While you was fallin' off, CaTashTraphe was fallin' on\n  'Coz this the hip hop that Crips rock\n  The hip hop the Bloods rock\n  The hip hop the thugs rock\n  The hip hop the clubs rock\n  Don't hate on it, don't hate on it, don't hate on it\n  So while you waitin' an' debatin, concentratin' on hatin'\n  That nigga Tash be up the street on this deep dish dance\n  Blowin' indo out the window, clownin' niggas wit my ices\n  In a black SS, California on the license\n  My name is hella famous but it's time you learned about me\n  Even though I'm rockin' solo, I'ma always be a Alki\n  J, Tash an' Swift, we work the night shift\n  I'll be fucked up when I rap, so sometimes my eyes drift\n  I could push you off a cliff an' catch you right before you land\n  I'm the Million Dollar Man, you better get this while you can\n  I been in this fo' a minute, CaTash be winnin' pennants\n  Every time I grab the mic, it's like I'm speakin' to the Senate\n  But I'm not a politician, more like a rap magician\n  Presto chango, Bermuda Triangle\n  Pull a album outta hat, CaTashTraphe'll fire circuit\n  My style be comin' off too hard to interpret\n  We got L dot A dot, rock that spot\n  We here to take it all, fool, what the fuck you got?\n  You can't stop the plot 'coz this is how it's goin'\n  While you was fallin' off, CaTashTraphe was fallin' on\n  'Coz this the hip hop that Crips rock\n  The hip hop the Bloods rock\n  The hip hop the thugs rock\n  The hip hop the clubs rock\n  Don't hate on it, don't hate on it, don't hate on it\n  So while I smack you wit the force to knock your ship off course\n  If this funk don't move your wife, you better file for divorce\n  'Coz that bitch you treat to eat, got two left feet\n  I seen y'all dancin' 'cross the street an' y'all was both off beat\n  So I'ma end it wit a blaa an' jet immediately after\n  Can't kick wit y'all niggas, y'all might be the Gay Rapper\n  CaTash, the lion trapper, number one for big consumptions\n  In the function in conjunction wit my nigga on production\n  You better recognize, nigga, we on the same boat\n  We be both be gettin' loc'd when we off that smoky smoke\n  Hit you wit the okey-doke, you better do the Hokey Poke\n  An' turn yourself around before I gotta choke some folks\n  I never go for broke, I break it down for major wage\n  I be rappin' wit a gauge, Likwit Crew'll flip your page\n  Confusin' as amazed, comin' at you like a storm\n  While you was fallin' off, CaTashTraphe was fallin' on\n  An' on an' on an' on an' on an' on\n"}]