[{"id":12335001,"name":"Nightfall","trackName":"Nightfall","artistName":"Tash","albumName":"Rap Life","duration":222.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ya know we peepin' y'all\nSlow-motion-style\nPacific Ocean-style (Wh-what?)\n\n(Verse one)\nI'm in a rowdy-ass club\nThere's hella-bitches all around me\nThis girl walks up\nShe says she's glad that she found me\nI told her she was trippin' 'cause the girl ain't even know me\nThen she told me\nShe want to introduce me to her homies\nI said \"Well, baby girl, go get your kemo sabes\"\n\"I'll get my Liquid niggas\"\n\"We'll meet you in the lobby\"\nShe walked wit' a smile I ain't seened in a while\nSo we mobbed through the crowd--\nKiller-Cal-style\nWalkin' wit' a limp, 'cause see, we pimp to perfection\nFor us to catch a date don't take the Love Connection\nFuck Chuck Woolery\nYou want a date for surely\nAll it take is fine jewelry\nA wink and a drink and what the fuck you think?\nI mack a baby doll down, she in a long black mink\nWe straight standin' in the lobby straight face-to-face\nThen she said \"Cut the chase\"\n\"Let's bounce to my place\"\n\n(Chorus)\n'Cause ladies\nWe wait for nightfall\nYou thinkin' that we sleepin' but we peepin' all o' y'all\nEven all o' y'all up against the wall\nBut slow down, baby doll\nYou can't walk before you crawl\n\n(Verse two)\nStill close to gettin' toasted by the b-a-r\nAbout to bounce wit' these bitches 'cause they don't live far\nNiggas all up in my grill, lookin' hella-bizarre\nI poured my drink on the ground for my dead homey Par (Rest in peace)\nGrabbed my car keys\nMy doctah function\nBurnt a little rubber\nMade my outroduction\nPumpkin' and her friends pushed the two-door Benz\nI pushed the E420 so we looked like twins\nSwervin' through the night\nEverything is right\nSwift rolled a blunt, but he can't find a light\nJust when we 'bout to blaze it up and get high\nI peeped the one-time out the corner of my eye\n\n(Chorus)\n'Cause one-time\nThey wait for nightfall\nWe thinkin' that they sleepin'\nBut they peepin' all o' y'all\nEven all o' y'all up against the wall\nBut slow down, killer-cops\nYou can't walk before you crawl\n\nOne-time\nThey wait for nightfall\nWe thinkin' that they sleepin' but they peepin' all o' y'all\nWanna throw a nigga up against the wall\nBut slow down, killer-cop\nYou can't walk before you crawl\n\n(Verse three)\nI rolled past the cops\nI'm on my cell phone blown\nDoin' 60 miles-a-hour in a 35 zone\nJust when I thought it was about to be on\nThe girl pulled into the gate of a million-dollar home\nFly landscape and cavi' decorations\nThe living room was bigger than the Club United Nations\nPlace was to the point I kicked my shoes off the secko\n30 percenters--\nWhen I talked it made a echo\nRolled up the fat perfecto\nThey wanna skinny dip but I ain't wanna get wet though\nSo...\nLet's go\nThat's what she told Tash\nShe led me to her room, lookin' like Stacey Gash\nBaby got it pumpin'\nCan't help but to feel it\nThen she told me that she married to a killer drug dealer\nShould I: a) stay\nOr: b) bounce immediately\n\n(Chorus)\n'Cause haters\nThey wait for nightfall\nWe thinkin' that they sleepin' but they peepin' all o' y'all\nEven all o' y'all up against the wall\nBut slow down, baby pa'\nYou can't walk before you crawl\n\nCan't do it\nYa can't do it\nYa can't walk before ya crawl\nThat's right y'all\nSlow-motion-style\nKiller-Cali on the mic\nCatastrophe fuckin' it up all the way from the Bermuda Triangle\nHottest shit on the streets\n1998, '99, 2000\nRaise yo' glass\nRaise yo' glass to Tash\nRaise yo' glass\nAnd make a toast to Tash\nNow\nStraigt up\nNot tonight\nNot tonight\nWe got Tash on the mic\nNot tonight","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nightfall\n  artist: Tash\n  album: Rap Life\n  duration_ms: 222000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ya know we peepin' y'all\n  Slow-motion-style\n  Pacific Ocean-style (Wh-what?)\n\n  (Verse one)\n  I'm in a rowdy-ass club\n  There's hella-bitches all around me\n  This girl walks up\n  She says she's glad that she found me\n  I told her she was trippin' 'cause the girl ain't even know me\n  Then she told me\n  She want to introduce me to her homies\n  I said \"Well, baby girl, go get your kemo sabes\"\n  \"I'll get my Liquid niggas\"\n  \"We'll meet you in the lobby\"\n  She walked wit' a smile I ain't seened in a while\n  So we mobbed through the crowd--\n  Killer-Cal-style\n  Walkin' wit' a limp, 'cause see, we pimp to perfection\n  For us to catch a date don't take the Love Connection\n  Fuck Chuck Woolery\n  You want a date for surely\n  All it take is fine jewelry\n  A wink and a drink and what the fuck you think?\n  I mack a baby doll down, she in a long black mink\n  We straight standin' in the lobby straight face-to-face\n  Then she said \"Cut the chase\"\n  \"Let's bounce to my place\"\n\n  (Chorus)\n  'Cause ladies\n  We wait for nightfall\n  You thinkin' that we sleepin' but we peepin' all o' y'all\n  Even all o' y'all up against the wall\n  But slow down, baby doll\n  You can't walk before you crawl\n\n  (Verse two)\n  Still close to gettin' toasted by the b-a-r\n  About to bounce wit' these bitches 'cause they don't live far\n  Niggas all up in my grill, lookin' hella-bizarre\n  I poured my drink on the ground for my dead homey Par (Rest in peace)\n  Grabbed my car keys\n  My doctah function\n  Burnt a little rubber\n  Made my outroduction\n  Pumpkin' and her friends pushed the two-door Benz\n  I pushed the E420 so we looked like twins\n  Swervin' through the night\n  Everything is right\n  Swift rolled a blunt, but he can't find a light\n  Just when we 'bout to blaze it up and get high\n  I peeped the one-time out the corner of my eye\n\n  (Chorus)\n  'Cause one-time\n  They wait for nightfall\n  We thinkin' that they sleepin'\n  But they peepin' all o' y'all\n  Even all o' y'all up against the wall\n  But slow down, killer-cops\n  You can't walk before you crawl\n\n  One-time\n  They wait for nightfall\n  We thinkin' that they sleepin' but they peepin' all o' y'all\n  Wanna throw a nigga up against the wall\n  But slow down, killer-cop\n  You can't walk before you crawl\n\n  (Verse three)\n  I rolled past the cops\n  I'm on my cell phone blown\n  Doin' 60 miles-a-hour in a 35 zone\n  Just when I thought it was about to be on\n  The girl pulled into the gate of a million-dollar home\n  Fly landscape and cavi' decorations\n  The living room was bigger than the Club United Nations\n  Place was to the point I kicked my shoes off the secko\n  30 percenters--\n  When I talked it made a echo\n  Rolled up the fat perfecto\n  They wanna skinny dip but I ain't wanna get wet though\n  So...\n  Let's go\n  That's what she told Tash\n  She led me to her room, lookin' like Stacey Gash\n  Baby got it pumpin'\n  Can't help but to feel it\n  Then she told me that she married to a killer drug dealer\n  Should I: a) stay\n  Or: b) bounce immediately\n\n  (Chorus)\n  'Cause haters\n  They wait for nightfall\n  We thinkin' that they sleepin' but they peepin' all o' y'all\n  Even all o' y'all up against the wall\n  But slow down, baby pa'\n  You can't walk before you crawl\n\n  Can't do it\n  Ya can't do it\n  Ya can't walk before ya crawl\n  That's right y'all\n  Slow-motion-style\n  Killer-Cali on the mic\n  Catastrophe fuckin' it up all the way from the Bermuda Triangle\n  Hottest shit on the streets\n  1998, '99, 2000\n  Raise yo' glass\n  Raise yo' glass to Tash\n  Raise yo' glass\n  And make a toast to Tash\n  Now\n  Straigt up\n  Not tonight\n  Not tonight\n  We got Tash on the mic\n  Not tonight\n"}]