[{"id":1901767,"name":"Green Lit","trackName":"Green Lit","artistName":"Tech N9ne","albumName":"N9NA","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Aw, shit\nThis something y'all lit\nYou niggas called it\nTo yourself, saw the line and you crossed it\n\nI ain't gotta send it to you tripping all the tickets\nNegative lipping, you automatically start the mission\nClique is stricken, 'cause you hissing\nLeave your shit in a bad condition\nSo many N9cians, I can't list 'em\nWhen the funk coming up, they sniffin' (Chuh)\nMy niggas was hibernatin' (Chuh)\nIt's all love, but believe we got the sniper waitin' (Chuh)\nAnd they ain't rappin', no talking and never cyber-hatin' (Chuh)\nThey specialize in that thing you can get from Mike or Jason\nI ain't gotta say a damn thing\nOnce you say it, next thing you know the clan came\nYou run your mouth and make 'em come expand brains\nDamn shame, and lame\nGot to drop and pop your top\nLike when they poppin' champagne\nEuh, and I got plenty means\nTo get it done, but I ain't gotta drop any green\nThe many kings that love me will give 'em semi-streams\nIf he say anything (Anything?)\nAnything (Anything, chuh)\nSo close they hold these spitters\nSo many that I might not even know these hitters\nHavin' love from me, so if you try to slow these gritters\nWhen it pop, don't look at me\nI can't control these niggas (Uh-uh)\n\nT-T-G, yeah we trained to go\nReal niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\nPolice come around, they go, we don't know\nGet ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\nGreen lit a pussy, bumper car\nAnd my niggas always down to spin the block\nWhat that mean? Double back, hit his top\nYoung custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\nA lot of wolfin' goin' on from these new names lately\nDon't ever have a career, huh, on 2K maybe\nYour car will get dented like Harvey, if you're two-faced, crazy\nMy youngins'll mop you up for a blue face, baby, ugh\nI don't wanna get you green lit like I need him pressed\nThat line like it's call waiting,\nBut it's those texts you'll be receiving\nNo one gon' start shit but I play defense\nLook at my shark fins, you're in the deep end\nWhen I left, I kept on calling Chilli like T-Boz, I be creepin', nigga\nBitch please, don't get your whips swiss-cheesed\nMelted for the chips like trick, give me some dip please\nDon't get tricked off like Roy and Siegfried\nWhen the Sig squeeze, I'll make Ms on 16s\nStrange Gang, I'll bang-bang like it's Chief Keef\nSprinkle wax blunt, call us sequoias, big trees\nI ain't riding around naked like a striptease\nI'll do a drive-by on a 10-speed for 10 Gs (Zoom)\nI be gassing on 'em with intense speed, what the lick read?\nThey don't wanna see me balling\nThey know I'm the king, like Lebron I switch teams\nHow ironic that I got the iron in my pants and my pockets increase\nShittin' on them niggas hella bad\nTake the L, I've been on a win streak\nI'm on your head, yeah, I'm so proactive\nAnd I don't wanna push your team back, so no more malice\nTrav said, \"Take the high road,\" so I won't go at it\nBut if you hating, do me a favor\nDo Momo challenge, chump\nThey know it's\n\nT-T-G, yeah we trained to go\nReal niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\nPolice come around, they go, we don't know\nGet ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\nGreen lit a pussy, bumper car\nAnd my niggas always down to spin the block\nWhat that mean? Double back, hit his top\nYoung custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\nYou worry 'bout bitches, I'm handling business\nMy niggas be with it, we comin' to get it\nYou know how we be pullin' up, ought to be cool with us\nBut they not cool enough, but they not bool enough\nAin't tryna disrespect nobody,\nBut my goons'll catch a body\nShoot 'em just like paparazzi,\nNow you stumbling and flocking\n50 bands for a show what I want, like I'm Waka Flocka\nPull up and go baka-baka\nOGs, they gon' pop ya, pop ya\nNiggas talkin', we gon' let 'em have it, yeah\nListen, peon, shit could get tragic, yuh\n\nT-T-G, yeah we trained to go\nReal niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\nPolice come around, they go, we don't know\nGet ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\nGreen lit a pussy, bumper car\nAnd my niggas always down to spin the block\nWhat that mean? Double back, hit his top\nYoung custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\nStrange Music 20 year anniversary!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.51] Aw, shit\n[00:02.12] This something y'all lit\n[00:04.55] You niggas called it\n[00:06.84] To yourself, saw the line and you crossed it\n[00:09.31] I ain't gotta send it to you tripping all the tickets\n[00:12.25] Negative lipping, you automatically start the mission\n[00:14.18] Clique is stricken, 'cause you hissing\n[00:15.53] Leave your shit in a bad condition\n[00:16.66] So many N9cians, I can't list 'em\n[00:18.25] When the funk coming up, they sniffin' (Chuh)\n[00:19.70] My niggas was hibernatin' (Chuh)\n[00:21.32] It's all love, but believe we got the sniper waitin' (Chuh)\n[00:23.66] And they ain't rappin', no talking and never cyber-hatin' (Chuh)\n[00:25.97] They specialize in that thing you can get from Mike or Jason\n[00:28.35] I ain't gotta say a damn thing\n[00:30.06] Once you say it, next thing you know the clan came\n[00:32.40] You run your mouth and make 'em come expand brains\n[00:34.78] Damn shame, and lame\n[00:36.13] Got to drop and pop your top\n[00:37.40] Like when they poppin' champagne\n[00:38.37] Euh, and I got plenty means\n[00:40.76] To get it done, but I ain't gotta drop any green\n[00:42.72] The many kings that love me will give 'em semi-streams\n[00:45.40] If he say anything (Anything?)\n[00:47.05] Anything (Anything, chuh)\n[00:48.71] So close they hold these spitters\n[00:50.47] So many that I might not even know these hitters\n[00:52.71] Havin' love from me, so if you try to slow these gritters\n[00:55.26] When it pop, don't look at me\n[00:57.08] I can't control these niggas (Uh-uh)\n[00:58.09] T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n[01:01.17] Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n[01:03.10] Police come around, they go, we don't know\n[01:05.63] Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n[01:08.31] Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n[01:10.32] And my niggas always down to spin the block\n[01:12.58] What that mean? Double back, hit his top\n[01:15.00] Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n[01:16.96] A lot of wolfin' goin' on from these new names lately\n[01:19.55] Don't ever have a career, huh, on 2K maybe\n[01:22.05] Your car will get dented like Harvey, if you're two-faced, crazy\n[01:24.45] My youngins'll mop you up for a blue face, baby, ugh\n[01:27.08] I don't wanna get you green lit like I need him pressed\n[01:29.62] That line like it's call waiting,\n[01:30.92] But it's those texts you'll be receiving\n[01:31.93] No one gon' start shit but I play defense\n[01:33.08] Look at my shark fins, you're in the deep end\n[01:34.13] When I left, I kept on calling Chilli like T-Boz, I be creepin', nigga\n[01:36.80] Bitch please, don't get your whips swiss-cheesed\n[01:39.32] Melted for the chips like trick, give me some dip please\n[01:41.73] Don't get tricked off like Roy and Siegfried\n[01:44.18] When the Sig squeeze, I'll make Ms on 16s\n[01:46.47] Strange Gang, I'll bang-bang like it's Chief Keef\n[01:49.25] Sprinkle wax blunt, call us sequoias, big trees\n[01:51.59] I ain't riding around naked like a striptease\n[01:53.83] I'll do a drive-by on a 10-speed for 10 Gs (Zoom)\n[01:56.37] I be gassing on 'em with intense speed, what the lick read?\n[01:58.76] They don't wanna see me balling\n[02:00.55] They know I'm the king, like Lebron I switch teams\n[02:01.83] How ironic that I got the iron in my pants and my pockets increase\n[02:03.55] Shittin' on them niggas hella bad\n[02:05.04] Take the L, I've been on a win streak\n[02:06.30] I'm on your head, yeah, I'm so proactive\n[02:08.06] And I don't wanna push your team back, so no more malice\n[02:10.37] Trav said, \"Take the high road,\" so I won't go at it\n[02:12.92] But if you hating, do me a favor\n[02:14.69] Do Momo challenge, chump\n[02:15.85] They know it's\n[02:16.81] T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n[02:18.53] Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n[02:20.62] Police come around, they go, we don't know\n[02:23.17] Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n[02:25.49] Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n[02:27.69] And my niggas always down to spin the block\n[02:30.29] What that mean? Double back, hit his top\n[02:32.42] Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n[02:34.93] You worry 'bout bitches, I'm handling business\n[02:36.18] My niggas be with it, we comin' to get it\n[02:37.16] You know how we be pullin' up, ought to be cool with us\n[02:39.04] But they not cool enough, but they not bool enough\n[02:40.11] Ain't tryna disrespect nobody,\n[02:41.50] But my goons'll catch a body\n[02:42.43] Shoot 'em just like paparazzi,\n[02:43.58] Now you stumbling and flocking\n[02:44.75] 50 bands for a show what I want, like I'm Waka Flocka\n[02:46.72] Pull up and go baka-baka\n[02:48.41] OGs, they gon' pop ya, pop ya\n[02:49.62] Niggas talkin', we gon' let 'em have it, yeah\n[02:51.89] Listen, peon, shit could get tragic, yuh\n[02:54.07] T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n[02:56.95] Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n[02:59.34] Police come around, they go, we don't know\n[03:01.91] Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n[03:04.55] Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n[03:06.30] And my niggas always down to spin the block\n[03:08.88] What that mean? Double back, hit his top\n[03:11.36] Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n[03:13.58] Strange Music 20 year anniversary!\n[03:14.14] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Green Lit\n  artist: Tech N9ne\n  album: N9NA\n  duration_ms: 195000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Aw, shit\n  start_ms: 510\n  end_ms: 2120\n- text: This something y'all lit\n  start_ms: 2120\n  end_ms: 4550\n- text: You niggas called it\n  start_ms: 4550\n  end_ms: 6840\n- text: To yourself, saw the line and you crossed it\n  start_ms: 6840\n  end_ms: 9310\n- text: I ain't gotta send it to you tripping all the tickets\n  start_ms: 9310\n  end_ms: 12250\n- text: Negative lipping, you automatically start the mission\n  start_ms: 12250\n  end_ms: 14180\n- text: Clique is stricken, 'cause you hissing\n  start_ms: 14180\n  end_ms: 15530\n- text: Leave your shit in a bad condition\n  start_ms: 15530\n  end_ms: 16660\n- text: So many N9cians, I can't list 'em\n  start_ms: 16660\n  end_ms: 18250\n- text: When the funk coming up, they sniffin' (Chuh)\n  start_ms: 18250\n  end_ms: 19700\n- text: My niggas was hibernatin' (Chuh)\n  start_ms: 19700\n  end_ms: 21320\n- text: It's all love, but believe we got the sniper waitin' (Chuh)\n  start_ms: 21320\n  end_ms: 23660\n- text: And they ain't rappin', no talking and never cyber-hatin' (Chuh)\n  start_ms: 23660\n  end_ms: 25970\n- text: They specialize in that thing you can get from Mike or Jason\n  start_ms: 25970\n  end_ms: 28350\n- text: I ain't gotta say a damn thing\n  start_ms: 28350\n  end_ms: 30060\n- text: Once you say it, next thing you know the clan came\n  start_ms: 30060\n  end_ms: 32400\n- text: You run your mouth and make 'em come expand brains\n  start_ms: 32400\n  end_ms: 34780\n- text: Damn shame, and lame\n  start_ms: 34780\n  end_ms: 36130\n- text: Got to drop and pop your top\n  start_ms: 36130\n  end_ms: 37400\n- text: Like when they poppin' champagne\n  start_ms: 37400\n  end_ms: 38370\n- text: Euh, and I got plenty means\n  start_ms: 38370\n  end_ms: 40760\n- text: To get it done, but I ain't gotta drop any green\n  start_ms: 40760\n  end_ms: 42720\n- text: The many kings that love me will give 'em semi-streams\n  start_ms: 42720\n  end_ms: 45400\n- text: If he say anything (Anything?)\n  start_ms: 45400\n  end_ms: 47050\n- text: Anything (Anything, chuh)\n  start_ms: 47050\n  end_ms: 48710\n- text: So close they hold these spitters\n  start_ms: 48710\n  end_ms: 50470\n- text: So many that I might not even know these hitters\n  start_ms: 50470\n  end_ms: 52710\n- text: Havin' love from me, so if you try to slow these gritters\n  start_ms: 52710\n  end_ms: 55260\n- text: When it pop, don't look at me\n  start_ms: 55260\n  end_ms: 57080\n- text: I can't control these niggas (Uh-uh)\n  start_ms: 57080\n  end_ms: 58090\n- text: T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n  start_ms: 58090\n  end_ms: 61170\n- text: Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n  start_ms: 61170\n  end_ms: 63100\n- text: Police come around, they go, we don't know\n  start_ms: 63100\n  end_ms: 65630\n- text: Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n  start_ms: 65630\n  end_ms: 68310\n- text: Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n  start_ms: 68310\n  end_ms: 70320\n- text: And my niggas always down to spin the block\n  start_ms: 70320\n  end_ms: 72580\n- text: What that mean? 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Double back, hit his top\n  start_ms: 188880\n  end_ms: 191360\n- text: Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n  start_ms: 191360\n  end_ms: 193580\n- text: Strange Music 20 year anniversary!\n  start_ms: 193580\n  end_ms: 194140\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 194140\nplain: |-\n  Aw, shit\n  This something y'all lit\n  You niggas called it\n  To yourself, saw the line and you crossed it\n\n  I ain't gotta send it to you tripping all the tickets\n  Negative lipping, you automatically start the mission\n  Clique is stricken, 'cause you hissing\n  Leave your shit in a bad condition\n  So many N9cians, I can't list 'em\n  When the funk coming up, they sniffin' (Chuh)\n  My niggas was hibernatin' (Chuh)\n  It's all love, but believe we got the sniper waitin' (Chuh)\n  And they ain't rappin', no talking and never cyber-hatin' (Chuh)\n  They specialize in that thing you can get from Mike or Jason\n  I ain't gotta say a damn thing\n  Once you say it, next thing you know the clan came\n  You run your mouth and make 'em come expand brains\n  Damn shame, and lame\n  Got to drop and pop your top\n  Like when they poppin' champagne\n  Euh, and I got plenty means\n  To get it done, but I ain't gotta drop any green\n  The many kings that love me will give 'em semi-streams\n  If he say anything (Anything?)\n  Anything (Anything, chuh)\n  So close they hold these spitters\n  So many that I might not even know these hitters\n  Havin' love from me, so if you try to slow these gritters\n  When it pop, don't look at me\n  I can't control these niggas (Uh-uh)\n\n  T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n  Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n  Police come around, they go, we don't know\n  Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n  Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n  And my niggas always down to spin the block\n  What that mean? Double back, hit his top\n  Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\n  A lot of wolfin' goin' on from these new names lately\n  Don't ever have a career, huh, on 2K maybe\n  Your car will get dented like Harvey, if you're two-faced, crazy\n  My youngins'll mop you up for a blue face, baby, ugh\n  I don't wanna get you green lit like I need him pressed\n  That line like it's call waiting,\n  But it's those texts you'll be receiving\n  No one gon' start shit but I play defense\n  Look at my shark fins, you're in the deep end\n  When I left, I kept on calling Chilli like T-Boz, I be creepin', nigga\n  Bitch please, don't get your whips swiss-cheesed\n  Melted for the chips like trick, give me some dip please\n  Don't get tricked off like Roy and Siegfried\n  When the Sig squeeze, I'll make Ms on 16s\n  Strange Gang, I'll bang-bang like it's Chief Keef\n  Sprinkle wax blunt, call us sequoias, big trees\n  I ain't riding around naked like a striptease\n  I'll do a drive-by on a 10-speed for 10 Gs (Zoom)\n  I be gassing on 'em with intense speed, what the lick read?\n  They don't wanna see me balling\n  They know I'm the king, like Lebron I switch teams\n  How ironic that I got the iron in my pants and my pockets increase\n  Shittin' on them niggas hella bad\n  Take the L, I've been on a win streak\n  I'm on your head, yeah, I'm so proactive\n  And I don't wanna push your team back, so no more malice\n  Trav said, \"Take the high road,\" so I won't go at it\n  But if you hating, do me a favor\n  Do Momo challenge, chump\n  They know it's\n\n  T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n  Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n  Police come around, they go, we don't know\n  Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n  Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n  And my niggas always down to spin the block\n  What that mean? Double back, hit his top\n  Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\n  You worry 'bout bitches, I'm handling business\n  My niggas be with it, we comin' to get it\n  You know how we be pullin' up, ought to be cool with us\n  But they not cool enough, but they not bool enough\n  Ain't tryna disrespect nobody,\n  But my goons'll catch a body\n  Shoot 'em just like paparazzi,\n  Now you stumbling and flocking\n  50 bands for a show what I want, like I'm Waka Flocka\n  Pull up and go baka-baka\n  OGs, they gon' pop ya, pop ya\n  Niggas talkin', we gon' let 'em have it, yeah\n  Listen, peon, shit could get tragic, yuh\n\n  T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n  Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n  Police come around, they go, we don't know\n  Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n  Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n  And my niggas always down to spin the block\n  What that mean? Double back, hit his top\n  Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\n  Strange Music 20 year anniversary!\n"},{"id":9880222,"name":"Green Lit","trackName":"Green Lit","artistName":"Tech N9ne / King Iso / Maez301","albumName":"N9NA","duration":194.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Aw, shit\nThis something y'all lit\nYou niggas called it\nTo yourself, saw the line and you crossed it\n\nI ain't gotta send it to you tripping all the tickets\nNegative lipping, you automatically start the mission\nClique is stricken, 'cause you hissing\nLeave your shit in a bad condition\nSo many N9cians, I can't list 'em\nWhen the funk coming up, they sniffin' (Chuh)\nMy niggas was hibernatin' (Chuh)\nIt's all love, but believe we got the sniper waitin' (Chuh)\nAnd they ain't rappin', no talking and never cyber-hatin' (Chuh)\nThey specialize in that thing you can get from Mike or Jason\nI ain't gotta say a damn thing\nOnce you say it, next thing you know the clan came\nYou run your mouth and make 'em come expand brains\nDamn shame, and lame\nGot to drop and pop your top\nLike when they poppin' champagne\nEuh, and I got plenty means\nTo get it done, but I ain't gotta drop any green\nThe many kings that love me will give 'em semi-streams\nIf he say anything (Anything?)\nAnything (Anything, chuh)\nSo close they hold these spitters\nSo many that I might not even know these hitters\nHavin' love from me, so if you try to slow these gritters\nWhen it pop, don't look at me\nI can't control these niggas (Uh-uh)\n\nT-T-G, yeah we trained to go\nReal niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\nPolice come around, they go, we don't know\nGet ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\nGreen lit a pussy, bumper car\nAnd my niggas always down to spin the block\nWhat that mean? Double back, hit his top\nYoung custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\nA lot of wolfin' goin' on from these new names lately\nDon't ever have a career, huh, on 2K maybe\nYour car will get dented like Harvey, if you're two-faced, crazy\nMy youngins'll mop you up for a blue face, baby, ugh\nI don't wanna get you green lit like I need him pressed\nThat line like it's call waiting,\nBut it's those texts you'll be receiving\nNo one gon' start shit but I play defense\nLook at my shark fins, you're in the deep end\nWhen I left, I kept on calling Chilli like T-Boz, I be creepin', nigga\nBitch please, don't get your whips swiss-cheesed\nMelted for the chips like trick, give me some dip please\nDon't get tricked off like Roy and Siegfried\nWhen the Sig squeeze, I'll make Ms on 16s\nStrange Gang, I'll bang-bang like it's Chief Keef\nSprinkle wax blunt, call us sequoias, big trees\nI ain't riding around naked like a striptease\nI'll do a drive-by on a 10-speed for 10 Gs (Zoom)\nI be gassing on 'em with intense speed, what the lick read?\nThey don't wanna see me balling\nThey know I'm the king, like Lebron I switch teams\nHow ironic that I got the iron in my pants and my pockets increase\nShittin' on them niggas hella bad\nTake the L, I've been on a win streak\nI'm on your head, yeah, I'm so proactive\nAnd I don't wanna push your team back, so no more malice\nTrav said, \"Take the high road,\" so I won't go at it\nBut if you hating, do me a favor\nDo Momo challenge, chump\nThey know it's\n\nT-T-G, yeah we trained to go\nReal niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\nPolice come around, they go, we don't know\nGet ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\nGreen lit a pussy, bumper car\nAnd my niggas always down to spin the block\nWhat that mean? Double back, hit his top\nYoung custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\nYou worry 'bout bitches, I'm handling business\nMy niggas be with it, we comin' to get it\nYou know how we be pullin' up, ought to be cool with us\nBut they not cool enough, but they not bool enough\nAin't tryna disrespect nobody,\nBut my goons'll catch a body\nShoot 'em just like paparazzi,\nNow you stumbling and flocking\n50 bands for a show what I want, like I'm Waka Flocka\nPull up and go baka-baka\nOGs, they gon' pop ya, pop ya\nNiggas talkin', we gon' let 'em have it, yeah\nListen, peon, shit could get tragic, yuh\n\nT-T-G, yeah we trained to go\nReal niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\nPolice come around, they go, we don't know\nGet ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\nGreen lit a pussy, bumper car\nAnd my niggas always down to spin the block\nWhat that mean? Double back, hit his top\nYoung custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\nStrange Music 20 year anniversary!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.25] Aw, shit\n[00:03.24] This something y'all lit\n[00:05.61] You niggas called it\n[00:06.95] To yourself, saw the line and you crossed it\n[00:10.30] I ain't gotta send it to you tripping all the tickets\n[00:12.48] Negative lipping, you automatically start the mission\n[00:14.16] Clique is stricken, 'cause you hissing\n[00:15.48] Leave your shit in a bad condition\n[00:16.64] So many N9cians, I can't list 'em\n[00:17.88] When the funk coming up, they sniffin' (Chuh)\n[00:19.92] My niggas was hibernatin' (Chuh)\n[00:21.35] It's all love, but believe we got the sniper waitin' (Chuh)\n[00:23.86] And they ain't rappin', no talking and never cyber-hatin' (Chuh)\n[00:26.21] They specialize in that thing you can get from Mike or Jason\n[00:28.55] I ain't gotta say a damn thing\n[00:30.45] Once you say it, next thing you know the clan came\n[00:32.94] You run your mouth and make 'em come expand brains\n[00:34.88] Damn shame, and lame\n[00:36.04] Got to drop and pop your top\n[00:37.19] Like when they poppin' champagne\n[00:39.52] Euh, and I got plenty means\n[00:40.74] To get it done, but I ain't gotta drop any green\n[00:43.28] The many kings that love me will give 'em semi-streams\n[00:45.55] If he say anything (Anything?)\n[00:47.63] Anything (Anything, chuh)\n[00:48.83] So close they hold these spitters\n[00:50.78] So many that I might not even know these hitters\n[00:53.05] Havin' love from me, so if you try to slow these gritters\n[00:55.45] When it pop, don't look at me\n[00:56.57] I can't control these niggas (Uh-uh)\n[00:58.72] T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n[01:01.01] Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n[01:03.51] Police come around, they go, we don't know\n[01:05.74] Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n[01:08.47] Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n[01:10.62] And my niggas always down to spin the block\n[01:13.02] What that mean? 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Double back, hit his top\n  start_ms: 189380\n  end_ms: 191850\n- text: Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n  start_ms: 191850\n  end_ms: 193540\n- text: Strange Music 20 year anniversary!\n  start_ms: 193540\n  end_ms: 195190\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 195190\nplain: |-\n  Aw, shit\n  This something y'all lit\n  You niggas called it\n  To yourself, saw the line and you crossed it\n\n  I ain't gotta send it to you tripping all the tickets\n  Negative lipping, you automatically start the mission\n  Clique is stricken, 'cause you hissing\n  Leave your shit in a bad condition\n  So many N9cians, I can't list 'em\n  When the funk coming up, they sniffin' (Chuh)\n  My niggas was hibernatin' (Chuh)\n  It's all love, but believe we got the sniper waitin' (Chuh)\n  And they ain't rappin', no talking and never cyber-hatin' (Chuh)\n  They specialize in that thing you can get from Mike or Jason\n  I ain't gotta say a damn thing\n  Once you say it, next thing you know the clan came\n  You run your mouth and make 'em come expand brains\n  Damn shame, and lame\n  Got to drop and pop your top\n  Like when they poppin' champagne\n  Euh, and I got plenty means\n  To get it done, but I ain't gotta drop any green\n  The many kings that love me will give 'em semi-streams\n  If he say anything (Anything?)\n  Anything (Anything, chuh)\n  So close they hold these spitters\n  So many that I might not even know these hitters\n  Havin' love from me, so if you try to slow these gritters\n  When it pop, don't look at me\n  I can't control these niggas (Uh-uh)\n\n  T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n  Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n  Police come around, they go, we don't know\n  Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n  Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n  And my niggas always down to spin the block\n  What that mean? Double back, hit his top\n  Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\n  A lot of wolfin' goin' on from these new names lately\n  Don't ever have a career, huh, on 2K maybe\n  Your car will get dented like Harvey, if you're two-faced, crazy\n  My youngins'll mop you up for a blue face, baby, ugh\n  I don't wanna get you green lit like I need him pressed\n  That line like it's call waiting,\n  But it's those texts you'll be receiving\n  No one gon' start shit but I play defense\n  Look at my shark fins, you're in the deep end\n  When I left, I kept on calling Chilli like T-Boz, I be creepin', nigga\n  Bitch please, don't get your whips swiss-cheesed\n  Melted for the chips like trick, give me some dip please\n  Don't get tricked off like Roy and Siegfried\n  When the Sig squeeze, I'll make Ms on 16s\n  Strange Gang, I'll bang-bang like it's Chief Keef\n  Sprinkle wax blunt, call us sequoias, big trees\n  I ain't riding around naked like a striptease\n  I'll do a drive-by on a 10-speed for 10 Gs (Zoom)\n  I be gassing on 'em with intense speed, what the lick read?\n  They don't wanna see me balling\n  They know I'm the king, like Lebron I switch teams\n  How ironic that I got the iron in my pants and my pockets increase\n  Shittin' on them niggas hella bad\n  Take the L, I've been on a win streak\n  I'm on your head, yeah, I'm so proactive\n  And I don't wanna push your team back, so no more malice\n  Trav said, \"Take the high road,\" so I won't go at it\n  But if you hating, do me a favor\n  Do Momo challenge, chump\n  They know it's\n\n  T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n  Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n  Police come around, they go, we don't know\n  Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n  Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n  And my niggas always down to spin the block\n  What that mean? Double back, hit his top\n  Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\n  You worry 'bout bitches, I'm handling business\n  My niggas be with it, we comin' to get it\n  You know how we be pullin' up, ought to be cool with us\n  But they not cool enough, but they not bool enough\n  Ain't tryna disrespect nobody,\n  But my goons'll catch a body\n  Shoot 'em just like paparazzi,\n  Now you stumbling and flocking\n  50 bands for a show what I want, like I'm Waka Flocka\n  Pull up and go baka-baka\n  OGs, they gon' pop ya, pop ya\n  Niggas talkin', we gon' let 'em have it, yeah\n  Listen, peon, shit could get tragic, yuh\n\n  T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n  Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n  Police come around, they go, we don't know\n  Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n  Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n  And my niggas always down to spin the block\n  What that mean? Double back, hit his top\n  Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\n  Strange Music 20 year anniversary!\n"},{"id":5530058,"name":"Green Lit (Featuring King Iso & Maez301)","trackName":"Green Lit (Featuring King Iso & Maez301)","artistName":"Tech N9ne","albumName":"N9NA","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Aw, shit\nThis something y'all lit\nYou niggas called it\nTo yourself, saw the line and you crossed it\n\nI ain't gotta send it to you tripping all the tickets\nNegative lipping, you automatically start the mission\nClique is stricken, 'cause you hissing\nLeave your shit in a bad condition\nSo many N9cians, I can't list 'em\nWhen the funk coming up, they sniffin' (Chuh)\nMy niggas was hibernatin' (Chuh)\nIt's all love, but believe we got the sniper waitin' (Chuh)\nAnd they ain't rappin', no talking and never cyber-hatin' (Chuh)\nThey specialize in that thing you can get from Mike or Jason\nI ain't gotta say a damn thing\nOnce you say it, next thing you know the clan came\nYou run your mouth and make 'em come expand brains\nDamn shame, and lame\nGot to drop and pop your top\nLike when they poppin' champagne\nEuh, and I got plenty means\nTo get it done, but I ain't gotta drop any green\nThe many kings that love me will give 'em semi-streams\nIf he say anything (Anything?)\nAnything (Anything, chuh)\nSo close they hold these spitters\nSo many that I might not even know these hitters\nHavin' love from me, so if you try to slow these gritters\nWhen it pop, don't look at me\nI can't control these niggas (Uh-uh)\n\nT-T-G, yeah we trained to go\nReal niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\nPolice come around, they go, we don't know\nGet ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\nGreen lit a pussy, bumper car\nAnd my niggas always down to spin the block\nWhat that mean? Double back, hit his top\nYoung custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\nA lot of wolfin' goin' on from these new names lately\nDon't ever have a career, huh, on 2K maybe\nYour car will get dented like Harvey, if you're two-faced, crazy\nMy youngins'll mop you up for a blue face, baby, ugh\nI don't wanna get you green lit like I need him pressed\nThat line like it's call waiting,\nBut it's those texts you'll be receiving\nNo one gon' start shit but I play defense\nLook at my shark fins, you're in the deep end\nWhen I left, I kept on calling Chilli like T-Boz, I be creepin', nigga\nBitch please, don't get your whips swiss-cheesed\nMelted for the chips like trick, give me some dip please\nDon't get tricked off like Roy and Siegfried\nWhen the Sig squeeze, I'll make Ms on 16s\nStrange Gang, I'll bang-bang like it's Chief Keef\nSprinkle wax blunt, call us sequoias, big trees\nI ain't riding around naked like a striptease\nI'll do a drive-by on a 10-speed for 10 Gs (Zoom)\nI be gassing on 'em with intense speed, what the lick read?\nThey don't wanna see me balling\nThey know I'm the king, like Lebron I switch teams\nHow ironic that I got the iron in my pants and my pockets increase\nShittin' on them niggas hella bad\nTake the L, I've been on a win streak\nI'm on your head, yeah, I'm so proactive\nAnd I don't wanna push your team back, so no more malice\nTrav said, \"Take the high road,\" so I won't go at it\nBut if you hating, do me a favor\nDo Momo challenge, chump\nThey know it's\n\nT-T-G, yeah we trained to go\nReal niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\nPolice come around, they go, we don't know\nGet ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\nGreen lit a pussy, bumper car\nAnd my niggas always down to spin the block\nWhat that mean? Double back, hit his top\nYoung custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\nYou worry 'bout bitches, I'm handling business\nMy niggas be with it, we comin' to get it\nYou know how we be pullin' up, ought to be cool with us\nBut they not cool enough, but they not bool enough\nAin't tryna disrespect nobody,\nBut my goons'll catch a body\nShoot 'em just like paparazzi,\nNow you stumbling and flocking\n50 bands for a show what I want, like I'm Waka Flocka\nPull up and go baka-baka\nOGs, they gon' pop ya, pop ya\nNiggas talkin', we gon' let 'em have it, yeah\nListen, peon, shit could get tragic, yuh\n\nT-T-G, yeah we trained to go\nReal niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\nPolice come around, they go, we don't know\nGet ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\nGreen lit a pussy, bumper car\nAnd my niggas always down to spin the block\nWhat that mean? Double back, hit his top\nYoung custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\nStrange Music 20 year anniversary!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.59] Aw, shit\n[00:02.12] This something y'all lit\n[00:04.59] You niggas called it\n[00:06.85] To yourself, saw the line and you crossed it\n[00:09.32] I ain't gotta send it to you tripping all the tickets\n[00:12.21] Negative lipping, you automatically start the mission\n[00:14.12] Clique is stricken, 'cause you hissing\n[00:15.59] Leave your shit in a bad condition\n[00:16.67] So many N9cians, I can't list 'em\n[00:18.25] When the funk coming up, they sniffin' (Chuh)\n[00:19.65] My niggas was hibernatin' (Chuh)\n[00:21.31] It's all love, but believe we got the sniper waitin' (Chuh)\n[00:23.65] And they ain't rappin', no talking and never cyber-hatin' (Chuh)\n[00:25.90] They specialize in that thing you can get from Mike or Jason\n[00:28.38] I ain't gotta say a damn thing\n[00:30.06] Once you say it, next thing you know the clan came\n[00:32.48] You run your mouth and make 'em come expand brains\n[00:34.75] Damn shame, and lame\n[00:36.18] Got to drop and pop your top\n[00:37.42] Like when they poppin' champagne\n[00:38.35] Euh, and I got plenty means\n[00:40.77] To get it done, but I ain't gotta drop any green\n[00:42.71] The many kings that love me will give 'em semi-streams\n[00:45.45] If he say anything (Anything?)\n[00:47.05] Anything (Anything, chuh)\n[00:48.73] So close they hold these spitters\n[00:50.48] So many that I might not even know these hitters\n[00:52.74] Havin' love from me, so if you try to slow these gritters\n[00:55.29] When it pop, don't look at me\n[00:57.02] I can't control these niggas (Uh-uh)\n[00:58.04] T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n[01:01.18] Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n[01:03.15] Police come around, they go, we don't know\n[01:05.63] Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n[01:08.33] Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n[01:10.39] And my niggas always down to spin the block\n[01:12.55] What that mean? Double back, hit his top\n[01:15.05] Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n[01:16.98] A lot of wolfin' goin' on from these new names lately\n[01:19.52] Don't ever have a career, huh, on 2K maybe\n[01:22.01] Your car will get dented like Harvey, if you're two-faced, crazy\n[01:24.41] My youngins'll mop you up for a blue face, baby, ugh\n[01:27.04] I don't wanna get you green lit like I need him pressed\n[01:29.66] That line like it's call waiting,\n[01:30.92] But it's those texts you'll be receiving\n[01:31.92] No one gon' start shit but I play defense\n[01:33.03] Look at my shark fins, you're in the deep end\n[01:34.11] When I left, I kept on calling Chilli like T-Boz, I be creepin', nigga\n[01:36.87] Bitch please, don't get your whips swiss-cheesed\n[01:39.32] Melted for the chips like trick, give me some dip please\n[01:41.73] Don't get tricked off like Roy and Siegfried\n[01:44.13] When the Sig squeeze, I'll make Ms on 16s\n[01:46.48] Strange Gang, I'll bang-bang like it's Chief Keef\n[01:49.25] Sprinkle wax blunt, call us sequoias, big trees\n[01:51.59] I ain't riding around naked like a striptease\n[01:53.84] I'll do a drive-by on a 10-speed for 10 Gs (Zoom)\n[01:56.39] I be gassing on 'em with intense speed, what the lick read?\n[01:58.77] They don't wanna see me balling\n[02:00.58] They know I'm the king, like Lebron I switch teams\n[02:01.88] How ironic that I got the iron in my pants and my pockets increase\n[02:03.50] Shittin' on them niggas hella bad\n[02:05.03] Take the L, I've been on a win streak\n[02:06.37] I'm on your head, yeah, I'm so proactive\n[02:08.06] And I don't wanna push your team back, so no more malice\n[02:10.36] Trav said, \"Take the high road,\" so I won't go at it\n[02:12.92] But if you hating, do me a favor\n[02:14.65] Do Momo challenge, chump\n[02:15.82] They know it's\n[02:16.87] T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n[02:18.51] Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n[02:20.66] Police come around, they go, we don't know\n[02:23.18] Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n[02:25.43] Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n[02:27.69] And my niggas always down to spin the block\n[02:30.25] What that mean? Double back, hit his top\n[02:32.46] Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n[02:34.91] You worry 'bout bitches, I'm handling business\n[02:36.18] My niggas be with it, we comin' to get it\n[02:37.18] You know how we be pullin' up, ought to be cool with us\n[02:39.09] But they not cool enough, but they not bool enough\n[02:40.12] Ain't tryna disrespect nobody,\n[02:41.41] But my goons'll catch a body\n[02:42.43] Shoot 'em just like paparazzi,\n[02:43.59] Now you stumbling and flocking\n[02:44.76] 50 bands for a show what I want, like I'm Waka Flocka\n[02:46.72] Pull up and go baka-baka\n[02:48.43] OGs, they gon' pop ya, pop ya\n[02:49.65] Niggas talkin', we gon' let 'em have it, yeah\n[02:51.80] Listen, peon, shit could get tragic, yuh\n[02:54.01] T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n[02:56.94] Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n[02:59.30] Police come around, they go, we don't know\n[03:01.94] Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n[03:04.52] Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n[03:06.37] And my niggas always down to spin the block\n[03:08.81] What that mean? 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Double back, hit his top\n  Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\n  You worry 'bout bitches, I'm handling business\n  My niggas be with it, we comin' to get it\n  You know how we be pullin' up, ought to be cool with us\n  But they not cool enough, but they not bool enough\n  Ain't tryna disrespect nobody,\n  But my goons'll catch a body\n  Shoot 'em just like paparazzi,\n  Now you stumbling and flocking\n  50 bands for a show what I want, like I'm Waka Flocka\n  Pull up and go baka-baka\n  OGs, they gon' pop ya, pop ya\n  Niggas talkin', we gon' let 'em have it, yeah\n  Listen, peon, shit could get tragic, yuh\n\n  T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n  Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n  Police come around, they go, we don't know\n  Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n  Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n  And my niggas always down to spin the block\n  What that mean? Double back, hit his top\n  Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\n  Strange Music 20 year anniversary!\n"},{"id":9079968,"name":"Green Lit (feat. King Iso & Maez301)","trackName":"Green Lit (feat. 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Double back, hit his top\nYoung custodian and might pull up with the mop\n\nA lot of wolfin' goin' on from\nthese new names lately\nDon't ever have a career,\nhuh, on 2K maybe\nYour car will get dented like\nHarvey, if you're two-faced, crazy\nMy youngins'll mop you up\nfor a blue face, baby, ugh\nI don't wanna get you\ngreen lit like I need him pressed\nThat line like it's call waiting,\nbut it's those texts you'll be receiving\nNo one gon' start shit but I play defense\nLook at my shark fins, you're in the deep end\nWhen I left, I kept on calling\nChilli like T-Boz, I be creepin', nigga\nBitch please, don't get your whips swiss-cheesed\nMelted for the chips like trick, give me some dip please\nDon't get tricked off like Roy and Siegfried\nWhen the Sig squeeze, I'll make Ms on 16s\nStrange Gang, I'll bang-bang like it's Chief Keef\nSprinkle wax blunt, call us sequoias, big trees\nI ain't ridin' 'round naked like a striptease\nI'll do a drive-by on a 10-speed for 10 Gs (Shroom)\nI be gassin' on 'em with intense speed, what the lick read?\nThey don't wanna see me ballin'\nThey know I'm the king, like Lebron\nI switch teams\nHow ironic that I got the iron in my pants\nand my pockets increase\nShittin' on them niggas hella bad\nTake the L, I've been on a win streak\nI'm on your head, yeah, I'm so proactive\nAnd I don't wanna push your team back,\nso no more malice\nTrav said, \"Take the high road,\" so I won't go at it\nBut if you hatin', do me a favor\nDo Momo challenge, chump\nThey know it's\n\nT-T-G, yeah we trained to go\nReal niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\nPolice come around, they go, \"We don't know\"\nGet ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\nGreen lit a pussy, bumbaclot\nAnd my niggas always down to spin the block\nWhat that mean? Double back, hit his top\nYoung custodian and might pull up with the mop\n\nYou worry 'bout bitches,\nI'm handlin' business\nMy niggas be with it,\nwe comin' to get it\nYou know how we be pullin' up,\nought to be cool with us\nBut they not cool enough,\nbut they not bool enough\nAin't tryna disrespect nobody,\nbut my goons'll catch a body\nShoot 'em just like paparazzi,\nnow you stumblin' and flockin'\n50 bands for a show what I want,\nlike I'm Waka Flocka\nPull up and go baka-baka\nOGs, they gon' pop ya, pop ya\nNiggas talkin', we gon' let 'em have it, yeah\nListen, peon, shit could get tragic, yuh\n\nT-T-G, yeah we trained to go\nReal niggas in they biz,\nso don't get exposed\nPolice come around, they go,\n\"We don't know\"\nGet ya hit, get ya split,\nbut we do the most\nGreen lit a pussy, bumbaclot\nAnd my niggas always\ndown to spin the block\nWhat that mean? Double back, hit his top\nYoung custodian and might pull up with the mop","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Green Lit (feat. King Iso & Maez301)\n  artist: Tech N9ne\n  album: N9na\n  duration_ms: 195000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Aw, shit\n  This somethin', y'all lit\n  You niggas called it\n  To yourself, saw the line and you crossed it\n\n  I ain't gotta send it to you trippin' all it take is\n  Negative lippin', you automatically\n  start the mission\n  Clique is stricken, 'cause you hissin'\n  Leave your shit in a bad condition\n  So many N9cians, I can't list 'em\n  When the funk comin' up,\n  they sniffin' (Chuh)\n  My niggas is hibernatin' (Chuh)\n  It's all love, but believe we got\n  the sniper waitin' (Chuh)\n  And they ain't rappin', no talkin'\n  and never cyber-hatin' (Chuh)\n  They specialize in that thing you\n  can get from Mike or Jason\n  I ain't gotta say a damn thing\n  Once you say it, next thing\n  you know the clan came\n  You run your mouth and make\n  'em come expand brains\n  Damn shame, and lame\n  Got to drop and pop your top\n  like when they poppin' champagne\n  Ugh, and I got plenty means\n  To get it done, but I ain't\n  gotta drop any green\n  The many kings that love me\n  will give 'em semi-streams\n  If he say anything (Anything?)\n  Anything (Anything, chuh)\n  So close they hold these spitters\n  So many that I might not\n  even know these hitters\n  Havin' love from me, so if you\n  try to slow these gritters\n  When it pop, don't look at me,\n  I can't control these niggas (Uh-uh)\n\n  T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n  Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n  Police come around, they go, \"We don't know\"\n  Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n  Green lit a pussy, bumbaclot\n  And my niggas always down to spill the blood\n  What that mean? Double back, hit his top\n  Young custodian and might pull up with the mop\n\n  A lot of wolfin' goin' on from\n  these new names lately\n  Don't ever have a career,\n  huh, on 2K maybe\n  Your car will get dented like\n  Harvey, if you're two-faced, crazy\n  My youngins'll mop you up\n  for a blue face, baby, ugh\n  I don't wanna get you\n  green lit like I need him pressed\n  That line like it's call waiting,\n  but it's those texts you'll be receiving\n  No one gon' start shit but I play defense\n  Look at my shark fins, you're in the deep end\n  When I left, I kept on calling\n  Chilli like T-Boz, I be creepin', nigga\n  Bitch please, don't get your whips swiss-cheesed\n  Melted for the chips like trick, give me some dip please\n  Don't get tricked off like Roy and Siegfried\n  When the Sig squeeze, I'll make Ms on 16s\n  Strange Gang, I'll bang-bang like it's Chief Keef\n  Sprinkle wax blunt, call us sequoias, big trees\n  I ain't ridin' 'round naked like a striptease\n  I'll do a drive-by on a 10-speed for 10 Gs (Shroom)\n  I be gassin' on 'em with intense speed, what the lick read?\n  They don't wanna see me ballin'\n  They know I'm the king, like Lebron\n  I switch teams\n  How ironic that I got the iron in my pants\n  and my pockets increase\n  Shittin' on them niggas hella bad\n  Take the L, I've been on a win streak\n  I'm on your head, yeah, I'm so proactive\n  And I don't wanna push your team back,\n  so no more malice\n  Trav said, \"Take the high road,\" so I won't go at it\n  But if you hatin', do me a favor\n  Do Momo challenge, chump\n  They know it's\n\n  T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n  Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n  Police come around, they go, \"We don't know\"\n  Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n  Green lit a pussy, bumbaclot\n  And my niggas always down to spin the block\n  What that mean? Double back, hit his top\n  Young custodian and might pull up with the mop\n\n  You worry 'bout bitches,\n  I'm handlin' business\n  My niggas be with it,\n  we comin' to get it\n  You know how we be pullin' up,\n  ought to be cool with us\n  But they not cool enough,\n  but they not bool enough\n  Ain't tryna disrespect nobody,\n  but my goons'll catch a body\n  Shoot 'em just like paparazzi,\n  now you stumblin' and flockin'\n  50 bands for a show what I want,\n  like I'm Waka Flocka\n  Pull up and go baka-baka\n  OGs, they gon' pop ya, pop ya\n  Niggas talkin', we gon' let 'em have it, yeah\n  Listen, peon, shit could get tragic, yuh\n\n  T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n  Real niggas in they biz,\n  so don't get exposed\n  Police come around, they go,\n  \"We don't know\"\n  Get ya hit, get ya split,\n  but we do the most\n  Green lit a pussy, bumbaclot\n  And my niggas always\n  down to spin the block\n  What that mean? Double back, hit his top\n  Young custodian and might pull up with the mop\n"},{"id":1901766,"name":"Green Lit","trackName":"Green Lit","artistName":"Tech N9ne feat. King Iso & Maez301","albumName":"N9NA","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Aw, shit\nThis something y'all lit\nYou niggas called it\nTo yourself, saw the line and you crossed it\n\nI ain't gotta send it to you tripping all the tickets\nNegative lipping, you automatically start the mission\nClique is stricken, 'cause you hissing\nLeave your shit in a bad condition\nSo many N9cians, I can't list 'em\nWhen the funk coming up, they sniffin' (Chuh)\nMy niggas was hibernatin' (Chuh)\nIt's all love, but believe we got the sniper waitin' (Chuh)\nAnd they ain't rappin', no talking and never cyber-hatin' (Chuh)\nThey specialize in that thing you can get from Mike or Jason\nI ain't gotta say a damn thing\nOnce you say it, next thing you know the clan came\nYou run your mouth and make 'em come expand brains\nDamn shame, and lame\nGot to drop and pop your top\nLike when they poppin' champagne\nEuh, and I got plenty means\nTo get it done, but I ain't gotta drop any green\nThe many kings that love me will give 'em semi-streams\nIf he say anything (Anything?)\nAnything (Anything, chuh)\nSo close they hold these spitters\nSo many that I might not even know these hitters\nHavin' love from me, so if you try to slow these gritters\nWhen it pop, don't look at me\nI can't control these niggas (Uh-uh)\n\nT-T-G, yeah we trained to go\nReal niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\nPolice come around, they go, we don't know\nGet ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\nGreen lit a pussy, bumper car\nAnd my niggas always down to spin the block\nWhat that mean? Double back, hit his top\nYoung custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\nA lot of wolfin' goin' on from these new names lately\nDon't ever have a career, huh, on 2K maybe\nYour car will get dented like Harvey, if you're two-faced, crazy\nMy youngins'll mop you up for a blue face, baby, ugh\nI don't wanna get you green lit like I need him pressed\nThat line like it's call waiting,\nBut it's those texts you'll be receiving\nNo one gon' start shit but I play defense\nLook at my shark fins, you're in the deep end\nWhen I left, I kept on calling Chilli like T-Boz, I be creepin', nigga\nBitch please, don't get your whips swiss-cheesed\nMelted for the chips like trick, give me some dip please\nDon't get tricked off like Roy and Siegfried\nWhen the Sig squeeze, I'll make Ms on 16s\nStrange Gang, I'll bang-bang like it's Chief Keef\nSprinkle wax blunt, call us sequoias, big trees\nI ain't riding around naked like a striptease\nI'll do a drive-by on a 10-speed for 10 Gs (Zoom)\nI be gassing on 'em with intense speed, what the lick read?\nThey don't wanna see me balling\nThey know I'm the king, like Lebron I switch teams\nHow ironic that I got the iron in my pants and my pockets increase\nShittin' on them niggas hella bad\nTake the L, I've been on a win streak\nI'm on your head, yeah, I'm so proactive\nAnd I don't wanna push your team back, so no more malice\nTrav said, \"Take the high road,\" so I won't go at it\nBut if you hating, do me a favor\nDo Momo challenge, chump\nThey know it's\n\nT-T-G, yeah we trained to go\nReal niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\nPolice come around, they go, we don't know\nGet ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\nGreen lit a pussy, bumper car\nAnd my niggas always down to spin the block\nWhat that mean? Double back, hit his top\nYoung custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\nYou worry 'bout bitches, I'm handling business\nMy niggas be with it, we comin' to get it\nYou know how we be pullin' up, ought to be cool with us\nBut they not cool enough, but they not bool enough\nAin't tryna disrespect nobody,\nBut my goons'll catch a body\nShoot 'em just like paparazzi,\nNow you stumbling and flocking\n50 bands for a show what I want, like I'm Waka Flocka\nPull up and go baka-baka\nOGs, they gon' pop ya, pop ya\nNiggas talkin', we gon' let 'em have it, yeah\nListen, peon, shit could get tragic, yuh\n\nT-T-G, yeah we trained to go\nReal niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\nPolice come around, they go, we don't know\nGet ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\nGreen lit a pussy, bumper car\nAnd my niggas always down to spin the block\nWhat that mean? Double back, hit his top\nYoung custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\nStrange Music 20 year anniversary!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.51] Aw, shit\n[00:02.12] This something y'all lit\n[00:04.55] You niggas called it\n[00:06.84] To yourself, saw the line and you crossed it\n[00:09.31] I ain't gotta send it to you tripping all the tickets\n[00:12.25] Negative lipping, you automatically start the mission\n[00:14.18] Clique is stricken, 'cause you hissing\n[00:15.53] Leave your shit in a bad condition\n[00:16.66] So many N9cians, I can't list 'em\n[00:18.25] When the funk coming up, they sniffin' (Chuh)\n[00:19.70] My niggas was hibernatin' (Chuh)\n[00:21.32] It's all love, but believe we got the sniper waitin' (Chuh)\n[00:23.66] And they ain't rappin', no talking and never cyber-hatin' (Chuh)\n[00:25.97] They specialize in that thing you can get from Mike or Jason\n[00:28.35] I ain't gotta say a damn thing\n[00:30.06] Once you say it, next thing you know the clan came\n[00:32.40] You run your mouth and make 'em come expand brains\n[00:34.78] Damn shame, and lame\n[00:36.13] Got to drop and pop your top\n[00:37.40] Like when they poppin' champagne\n[00:38.37] Euh, and I got plenty means\n[00:40.76] To get it done, but I ain't gotta drop any green\n[00:42.72] The many kings that love me will give 'em semi-streams\n[00:45.40] If he say anything (Anything?)\n[00:47.05] Anything (Anything, chuh)\n[00:48.71] So close they hold these spitters\n[00:50.47] So many that I might not even know these hitters\n[00:52.71] Havin' love from me, so if you try to slow these gritters\n[00:55.26] When it pop, don't look at me\n[00:57.08] I can't control these niggas (Uh-uh)\n[00:58.09] T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n[01:01.17] Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n[01:03.10] Police come around, they go, we don't know\n[01:05.63] Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n[01:08.31] Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n[01:10.32] And my niggas always down to spin the block\n[01:12.58] What that mean? Double back, hit his top\n[01:15.00] Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n[01:16.96] A lot of wolfin' goin' on from these new names lately\n[01:19.55] Don't ever have a career, huh, on 2K maybe\n[01:22.05] Your car will get dented like Harvey, if you're two-faced, crazy\n[01:24.45] My youngins'll mop you up for a blue face, baby, ugh\n[01:27.08] I don't wanna get you green lit like I need him pressed\n[01:29.62] That line like it's call waiting,\n[01:30.92] But it's those texts you'll be receiving\n[01:31.93] No one gon' start shit but I play defense\n[01:33.08] Look at my shark fins, you're in the deep end\n[01:34.13] When I left, I kept on calling Chilli like T-Boz, I be creepin', nigga\n[01:36.80] Bitch please, don't get your whips swiss-cheesed\n[01:39.32] Melted for the chips like trick, give me some dip please\n[01:41.73] Don't get tricked off like Roy and Siegfried\n[01:44.18] When the Sig squeeze, I'll make Ms on 16s\n[01:46.47] Strange Gang, I'll bang-bang like it's Chief Keef\n[01:49.25] Sprinkle wax blunt, call us sequoias, big trees\n[01:51.59] I ain't riding around naked like a striptease\n[01:53.83] I'll do a drive-by on a 10-speed for 10 Gs (Zoom)\n[01:56.37] I be gassing on 'em with intense speed, what the lick read?\n[01:58.76] They don't wanna see me balling\n[02:00.55] They know I'm the king, like Lebron I switch teams\n[02:01.83] How ironic that I got the iron in my pants and my pockets increase\n[02:03.55] Shittin' on them niggas hella bad\n[02:05.04] Take the L, I've been on a win streak\n[02:06.30] I'm on your head, yeah, I'm so proactive\n[02:08.06] And I don't wanna push your team back, so no more malice\n[02:10.37] Trav said, \"Take the high road,\" so I won't go at it\n[02:12.92] But if you hating, do me a favor\n[02:14.69] Do Momo challenge, chump\n[02:15.85] They know it's\n[02:16.81] T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n[02:18.53] Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n[02:20.62] Police come around, they go, we don't know\n[02:23.17] Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n[02:25.49] Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n[02:27.69] And my niggas always down to spin the block\n[02:30.29] What that mean? Double back, hit his top\n[02:32.42] Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n[02:34.93] You worry 'bout bitches, I'm handling business\n[02:36.18] My niggas be with it, we comin' to get it\n[02:37.16] You know how we be pullin' up, ought to be cool with us\n[02:39.04] But they not cool enough, but they not bool enough\n[02:40.11] Ain't tryna disrespect nobody,\n[02:41.50] But my goons'll catch a body\n[02:42.43] Shoot 'em just like paparazzi,\n[02:43.58] Now you stumbling and flocking\n[02:44.75] 50 bands for a show what I want, like I'm Waka Flocka\n[02:46.72] Pull up and go baka-baka\n[02:48.41] OGs, they gon' pop ya, pop ya\n[02:49.62] Niggas talkin', we gon' let 'em have it, yeah\n[02:51.89] Listen, peon, shit could get tragic, yuh\n[02:54.07] T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n[02:56.95] Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n[02:59.34] Police come around, they go, we don't know\n[03:01.91] Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n[03:04.55] Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n[03:06.30] And my niggas always down to spin the block\n[03:08.88] What that mean? 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Double back, hit his top\n  start_ms: 188880\n  end_ms: 191360\n- text: Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n  start_ms: 191360\n  end_ms: 193580\n- text: Strange Music 20 year anniversary!\n  start_ms: 193580\n  end_ms: 194140\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 194140\nplain: |-\n  Aw, shit\n  This something y'all lit\n  You niggas called it\n  To yourself, saw the line and you crossed it\n\n  I ain't gotta send it to you tripping all the tickets\n  Negative lipping, you automatically start the mission\n  Clique is stricken, 'cause you hissing\n  Leave your shit in a bad condition\n  So many N9cians, I can't list 'em\n  When the funk coming up, they sniffin' (Chuh)\n  My niggas was hibernatin' (Chuh)\n  It's all love, but believe we got the sniper waitin' (Chuh)\n  And they ain't rappin', no talking and never cyber-hatin' (Chuh)\n  They specialize in that thing you can get from Mike or Jason\n  I ain't gotta say a damn thing\n  Once you say it, next thing you know the clan came\n  You run your mouth and make 'em come expand brains\n  Damn shame, and lame\n  Got to drop and pop your top\n  Like when they poppin' champagne\n  Euh, and I got plenty means\n  To get it done, but I ain't gotta drop any green\n  The many kings that love me will give 'em semi-streams\n  If he say anything (Anything?)\n  Anything (Anything, chuh)\n  So close they hold these spitters\n  So many that I might not even know these hitters\n  Havin' love from me, so if you try to slow these gritters\n  When it pop, don't look at me\n  I can't control these niggas (Uh-uh)\n\n  T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n  Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n  Police come around, they go, we don't know\n  Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n  Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n  And my niggas always down to spin the block\n  What that mean? Double back, hit his top\n  Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\n  A lot of wolfin' goin' on from these new names lately\n  Don't ever have a career, huh, on 2K maybe\n  Your car will get dented like Harvey, if you're two-faced, crazy\n  My youngins'll mop you up for a blue face, baby, ugh\n  I don't wanna get you green lit like I need him pressed\n  That line like it's call waiting,\n  But it's those texts you'll be receiving\n  No one gon' start shit but I play defense\n  Look at my shark fins, you're in the deep end\n  When I left, I kept on calling Chilli like T-Boz, I be creepin', nigga\n  Bitch please, don't get your whips swiss-cheesed\n  Melted for the chips like trick, give me some dip please\n  Don't get tricked off like Roy and Siegfried\n  When the Sig squeeze, I'll make Ms on 16s\n  Strange Gang, I'll bang-bang like it's Chief Keef\n  Sprinkle wax blunt, call us sequoias, big trees\n  I ain't riding around naked like a striptease\n  I'll do a drive-by on a 10-speed for 10 Gs (Zoom)\n  I be gassing on 'em with intense speed, what the lick read?\n  They don't wanna see me balling\n  They know I'm the king, like Lebron I switch teams\n  How ironic that I got the iron in my pants and my pockets increase\n  Shittin' on them niggas hella bad\n  Take the L, I've been on a win streak\n  I'm on your head, yeah, I'm so proactive\n  And I don't wanna push your team back, so no more malice\n  Trav said, \"Take the high road,\" so I won't go at it\n  But if you hating, do me a favor\n  Do Momo challenge, chump\n  They know it's\n\n  T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n  Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n  Police come around, they go, we don't know\n  Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n  Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n  And my niggas always down to spin the block\n  What that mean? Double back, hit his top\n  Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\n  You worry 'bout bitches, I'm handling business\n  My niggas be with it, we comin' to get it\n  You know how we be pullin' up, ought to be cool with us\n  But they not cool enough, but they not bool enough\n  Ain't tryna disrespect nobody,\n  But my goons'll catch a body\n  Shoot 'em just like paparazzi,\n  Now you stumbling and flocking\n  50 bands for a show what I want, like I'm Waka Flocka\n  Pull up and go baka-baka\n  OGs, they gon' pop ya, pop ya\n  Niggas talkin', we gon' let 'em have it, yeah\n  Listen, peon, shit could get tragic, yuh\n\n  T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n  Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n  Police come around, they go, we don't know\n  Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n  Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n  And my niggas always down to spin the block\n  What that mean? Double back, hit his top\n  Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\n  Strange Music 20 year anniversary!\n"},{"id":32085134,"name":"Green Lit","trackName":"Green Lit","artistName":"Tech N9ne feat․ King Iso & Maez301","albumName":"N9NA","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Aw, shit\nThis something y'all lit\nYou niggas called it\nTo yourself, saw the line and you crossed it\n\nI ain't gotta send it to you tripping all the tickets\nNegative lipping, you automatically start the mission\nClique is stricken, 'cause you hissing\nLeave your shit in a bad condition\nSo many N9cians, I can't list 'em\nWhen the funk coming up, they sniffin' (Chuh)\nMy niggas was hibernatin' (Chuh)\nIt's all love, but believe we got the sniper waitin' (Chuh)\nAnd they ain't rappin', no talking and never cyber-hatin' (Chuh)\nThey specialize in that thing you can get from Mike or Jason\nI ain't gotta say a damn thing\nOnce you say it, next thing you know the clan came\nYou run your mouth and make 'em come expand brains\nDamn shame, and lame\nGot to drop and pop your top\nLike when they poppin' champagne\nEuh, and I got plenty means\nTo get it done, but I ain't gotta drop any green\nThe many kings that love me will give 'em semi-streams\nIf he say anything (Anything?)\nAnything (Anything, chuh)\nSo close they hold these spitters\nSo many that I might not even know these hitters\nHavin' love from me, so if you try to slow these gritters\nWhen it pop, don't look at me\nI can't control these niggas (Uh-uh)\n\nT-T-G, yeah we trained to go\nReal niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\nPolice come around, they go, we don't know\nGet ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\nGreen lit a pussy, bumper car\nAnd my niggas always down to spin the block\nWhat that mean? Double back, hit his top\nYoung custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\nA lot of wolfin' goin' on from these new names lately\nDon't ever have a career, huh, on 2K maybe\nYour car will get dented like Harvey, if you're two-faced, crazy\nMy youngins'll mop you up for a blue face, baby, ugh\nI don't wanna get you green lit like I need him pressed\nThat line like it's call waiting,\nBut it's those texts you'll be receiving\nNo one gon' start shit but I play defense\nLook at my shark fins, you're in the deep end\nWhen I left, I kept on calling Chilli like T-Boz, I be creepin', nigga\nBitch please, don't get your whips swiss-cheesed\nMelted for the chips like trick, give me some dip please\nDon't get tricked off like Roy and Siegfried\nWhen the Sig squeeze, I'll make Ms on 16s\nStrange Gang, I'll bang-bang like it's Chief Keef\nSprinkle wax blunt, call us sequoias, big trees\nI ain't riding around naked like a striptease\nI'll do a drive-by on a 10-speed for 10 Gs (Zoom)\nI be gassing on 'em with intense speed, what the lick read?\nThey don't wanna see me balling\nThey know I'm the king, like Lebron I switch teams\nHow ironic that I got the iron in my pants and my pockets increase\nShittin' on them niggas hella bad\nTake the L, I've been on a win streak\nI'm on your head, yeah, I'm so proactive\nAnd I don't wanna push your team back, so no more malice\nTrav said, \"Take the high road,\" so I won't go at it\nBut if you hating, do me a favor\nDo Momo challenge, chump\nThey know it's\n\nT-T-G, yeah we trained to go\nReal niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\nPolice come around, they go, we don't know\nGet ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\nGreen lit a pussy, bumper car\nAnd my niggas always down to spin the block\nWhat that mean? Double back, hit his top\nYoung custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\nYou worry 'bout bitches, I'm handling business\nMy niggas be with it, we comin' to get it\nYou know how we be pullin' up, ought to be cool with us\nBut they not cool enough, but they not bool enough\nAin't tryna disrespect nobody,\nBut my goons'll catch a body\nShoot 'em just like paparazzi,\nNow you stumbling and flocking\n50 bands for a show what I want, like I'm Waka Flocka\nPull up and go baka-baka\nOGs, they gon' pop ya, pop ya\nNiggas talkin', we gon' let 'em have it, yeah\nListen, peon, shit could get tragic, yuh\n\nT-T-G, yeah we trained to go\nReal niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\nPolice come around, they go, we don't know\nGet ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\nGreen lit a pussy, bumper car\nAnd my niggas always down to spin the block\nWhat that mean? Double back, hit his top\nYoung custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\nStrange Music 20 year anniversary!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.26] Aw, shit\n[00:03.23] This something y'all lit\n[00:05.66] You niggas called it\n[00:06.92] To yourself, saw the line and you crossed it\n[00:10.35] I ain't gotta send it to you tripping all the tickets\n[00:12.45] Negative lipping, you automatically start the mission\n[00:14.18] Clique is stricken, 'cause you hissing\n[00:15.47] Leave your shit in a bad condition\n[00:16.66] So many N9cians, I can't list 'em\n[00:17.87] When the funk coming up, they sniffin' (Chuh)\n[00:19.96] My niggas was hibernatin' (Chuh)\n[00:21.32] It's all love, but believe we got the sniper waitin' (Chuh)\n[00:23.81] And they ain't rappin', no talking and never cyber-hatin' (Chuh)\n[00:26.25] They specialize in that thing you can get from Mike or Jason\n[00:28.54] I ain't gotta say a damn thing\n[00:30.48] Once you say it, next thing you know the clan came\n[00:32.96] You run your mouth and make 'em come expand brains\n[00:34.89] Damn shame, and lame\n[00:36.02] Got to drop and pop your top\n[00:37.18] Like when they poppin' champagne\n[00:39.53] Euh, and I got plenty means\n[00:40.78] To get it done, but I ain't gotta drop any green\n[00:43.25] The many kings that love me will give 'em semi-streams\n[00:45.53] If he say anything (Anything?)\n[00:47.67] Anything (Anything, chuh)\n[00:48.87] So close they hold these spitters\n[00:50.75] So many that I might not even know these hitters\n[00:53.06] Havin' love from me, so if you try to slow these gritters\n[00:55.46] When it pop, don't look at me\n[00:56.55] I can't control these niggas (Uh-uh)\n[00:58.76] T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n[01:01.02] Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n[01:03.59] Police come around, they go, we don't know\n[01:05.73] Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n[01:08.46] Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n[01:10.64] And my niggas always down to spin the block\n[01:13.08] What that mean? Double back, hit his top\n[01:15.43] Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n[01:17.32] A lot of wolfin' goin' on from these new names lately\n[01:19.75] Don't ever have a career, huh, on 2K maybe\n[01:22.00] Your car will get dented like Harvey, if you're two-faced, crazy\n[01:24.78] My youngins'll mop you up for a blue face, baby, ugh\n[01:27.47] I don't wanna get you green lit like I need him pressed\n[01:29.52] That line like it's call waiting,\n[01:30.63] But it's those texts you'll be receiving\n[01:31.82] No one gon' start shit but I play defense\n[01:33.01] Look at my shark fins, you're in the deep end\n[01:34.29] When I left, I kept on calling Chilli like T-Boz, I be creepin', nigga\n[01:37.31] Bitch please, don't get your whips swiss-cheesed\n[01:39.43] Melted for the chips like trick, give me some dip please\n[01:42.17] Don't get tricked off like Roy and Siegfried\n[01:44.25] When the Sig squeeze, I'll make Ms on 16s\n[01:46.82] Strange Gang, I'll bang-bang like it's Chief Keef\n[01:49.32] Sprinkle wax blunt, call us sequoias, big trees\n[01:51.98] I ain't riding around naked like a striptease\n[01:53.89] I'll do a drive-by on a 10-speed for 10 Gs (Zoom)\n[01:56.80] I be gassing on 'em with intense speed, what the lick read?\n[01:58.83] They don't wanna see me balling\n[01:59.66] They know I'm the king, like Lebron I switch teams\n[02:01.16] How ironic that I got the iron in my pants and my pockets increase\n[02:03.89] Shittin' on them niggas hella bad\n[02:04.62] Take the L, I've been on a win streak\n[02:06.38] I'm on your head, yeah, I'm so proactive\n[02:08.28] And I don't wanna push your team back, so no more malice\n[02:10.66] Trav said, \"Take the high road,\" so I won't go at it\n[02:12.93] But if you hating, do me a favor\n[02:14.43] Do Momo challenge, chump\n[02:15.94] They know it's\n[02:16.37] T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n[02:18.65] Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n[02:21.09] Police come around, they go, we don't know\n[02:23.38] Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n[02:26.03] Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n[02:28.17] And my niggas always down to spin the block\n[02:30.60] What that mean? Double back, hit his top\n[02:33.07] Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n[02:34.78] You worry 'bout bitches, I'm handling business\n[02:35.91] My niggas be with it, we comin' to get it\n[02:37.18] You know how we be pullin' up, ought to be cool with us\n[02:38.50] But they not cool enough, but they not bool enough\n[02:39.95] Ain't tryna disrespect nobody,\n[02:41.24] But my goons'll catch a body\n[02:42.46] Shoot 'em just like paparazzi,\n[02:43.67] Now you stumbling and flocking\n[02:44.97] 50 bands for a show what I want, like I'm Waka Flocka\n[02:47.34] Pull up and go baka-baka\n[02:48.67] OGs, they gon' pop ya, pop ya\n[02:50.07] Niggas talkin', we gon' let 'em have it, yeah\n[02:52.48] Listen, peon, shit could get tragic, yuh\n[02:55.13] T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n[02:57.33] Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n[02:59.88] Police come around, they go, we don't know\n[03:02.16] Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n[03:04.82] Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n[03:06.97] And my niggas always down to spin the block\n[03:09.32] What that mean? 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Double back, hit his top\n  Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\n  A lot of wolfin' goin' on from these new names lately\n  Don't ever have a career, huh, on 2K maybe\n  Your car will get dented like Harvey, if you're two-faced, crazy\n  My youngins'll mop you up for a blue face, baby, ugh\n  I don't wanna get you green lit like I need him pressed\n  That line like it's call waiting,\n  But it's those texts you'll be receiving\n  No one gon' start shit but I play defense\n  Look at my shark fins, you're in the deep end\n  When I left, I kept on calling Chilli like T-Boz, I be creepin', nigga\n  Bitch please, don't get your whips swiss-cheesed\n  Melted for the chips like trick, give me some dip please\n  Don't get tricked off like Roy and Siegfried\n  When the Sig squeeze, I'll make Ms on 16s\n  Strange Gang, I'll bang-bang like it's Chief Keef\n  Sprinkle wax blunt, call us sequoias, big trees\n  I ain't riding around naked like a striptease\n  I'll do a drive-by on a 10-speed for 10 Gs (Zoom)\n  I be gassing on 'em with intense speed, what the lick read?\n  They don't wanna see me balling\n  They know I'm the king, like Lebron I switch teams\n  How ironic that I got the iron in my pants and my pockets increase\n  Shittin' on them niggas hella bad\n  Take the L, I've been on a win streak\n  I'm on your head, yeah, I'm so proactive\n  And I don't wanna push your team back, so no more malice\n  Trav said, \"Take the high road,\" so I won't go at it\n  But if you hating, do me a favor\n  Do Momo challenge, chump\n  They know it's\n\n  T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n  Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n  Police come around, they go, we don't know\n  Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n  Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n  And my niggas always down to spin the block\n  What that mean? Double back, hit his top\n  Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\n  You worry 'bout bitches, I'm handling business\n  My niggas be with it, we comin' to get it\n  You know how we be pullin' up, ought to be cool with us\n  But they not cool enough, but they not bool enough\n  Ain't tryna disrespect nobody,\n  But my goons'll catch a body\n  Shoot 'em just like paparazzi,\n  Now you stumbling and flocking\n  50 bands for a show what I want, like I'm Waka Flocka\n  Pull up and go baka-baka\n  OGs, they gon' pop ya, pop ya\n  Niggas talkin', we gon' let 'em have it, yeah\n  Listen, peon, shit could get tragic, yuh\n\n  T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n  Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n  Police come around, they go, we don't know\n  Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n  Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n  And my niggas always down to spin the block\n  What that mean? Double back, hit his top\n  Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\n  Strange Music 20 year anniversary!\n"},{"id":10149845,"name":"Green Lit","trackName":"Green Lit","artistName":"Tech N9ne featuring King Iso & Maez301","albumName":"N9NA","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Aw, shit\nThis something y'all lit\nYou niggas called it\nTo yourself, saw the line and you crossed it\n\nI ain't gotta send it to you tripping all the tickets\nNegative lipping, you automatically start the mission\nClique is stricken, 'cause you hissing\nLeave your shit in a bad condition\nSo many N9cians, I can't list 'em\nWhen the funk coming up, they sniffin' (Chuh)\nMy niggas was hibernatin' (Chuh)\nIt's all love, but believe we got the sniper waitin' (Chuh)\nAnd they ain't rappin', no talking and never cyber-hatin' (Chuh)\nThey specialize in that thing you can get from Mike or Jason\nI ain't gotta say a damn thing\nOnce you say it, next thing you know the clan came\nYou run your mouth and make 'em come expand brains\nDamn shame, and lame\nGot to drop and pop your top\nLike when they poppin' champagne\nEuh, and I got plenty means\nTo get it done, but I ain't gotta drop any green\nThe many kings that love me will give 'em semi-streams\nIf he say anything (Anything?)\nAnything (Anything, chuh)\nSo close they hold these spitters\nSo many that I might not even know these hitters\nHavin' love from me, so if you try to slow these gritters\nWhen it pop, don't look at me\nI can't control these niggas (Uh-uh)\n\nT-T-G, yeah we trained to go\nReal niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\nPolice come around, they go, we don't know\nGet ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\nGreen lit a pussy, bumper car\nAnd my niggas always down to spin the block\nWhat that mean? Double back, hit his top\nYoung custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\nA lot of wolfin' goin' on from these new names lately\nDon't ever have a career, huh, on 2K maybe\nYour car will get dented like Harvey, if you're two-faced, crazy\nMy youngins'll mop you up for a blue face, baby, ugh\nI don't wanna get you green lit like I need him pressed\nThat line like it's call waiting,\nBut it's those texts you'll be receiving\nNo one gon' start shit but I play defense\nLook at my shark fins, you're in the deep end\nWhen I left, I kept on calling Chilli like T-Boz, I be creepin', nigga\nBitch please, don't get your whips swiss-cheesed\nMelted for the chips like trick, give me some dip please\nDon't get tricked off like Roy and Siegfried\nWhen the Sig squeeze, I'll make Ms on 16s\nStrange Gang, I'll bang-bang like it's Chief Keef\nSprinkle wax blunt, call us sequoias, big trees\nI ain't riding around naked like a striptease\nI'll do a drive-by on a 10-speed for 10 Gs (Zoom)\nI be gassing on 'em with intense speed, what the lick read?\nThey don't wanna see me balling\nThey know I'm the king, like Lebron I switch teams\nHow ironic that I got the iron in my pants and my pockets increase\nShittin' on them niggas hella bad\nTake the L, I've been on a win streak\nI'm on your head, yeah, I'm so proactive\nAnd I don't wanna push your team back, so no more malice\nTrav said, \"Take the high road,\" so I won't go at it\nBut if you hating, do me a favor\nDo Momo challenge, chump\nThey know it's\n\nT-T-G, yeah we trained to go\nReal niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\nPolice come around, they go, we don't know\nGet ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\nGreen lit a pussy, bumper car\nAnd my niggas always down to spin the block\nWhat that mean? Double back, hit his top\nYoung custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\nYou worry 'bout bitches, I'm handling business\nMy niggas be with it, we comin' to get it\nYou know how we be pullin' up, ought to be cool with us\nBut they not cool enough, but they not bool enough\nAin't tryna disrespect nobody,\nBut my goons'll catch a body\nShoot 'em just like paparazzi,\nNow you stumbling and flocking\n50 bands for a show what I want, like I'm Waka Flocka\nPull up and go baka-baka\nOGs, they gon' pop ya, pop ya\nNiggas talkin', we gon' let 'em have it, yeah\nListen, peon, shit could get tragic, yuh\n\nT-T-G, yeah we trained to go\nReal niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\nPolice come around, they go, we don't know\nGet ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\nGreen lit a pussy, bumper car\nAnd my niggas always down to spin the block\nWhat that mean? Double back, hit his top\nYoung custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\nStrange Music 20 year anniversary!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.25] Aw, shit\n[00:03.24] This something y'all lit\n[00:05.61] You niggas called it\n[00:06.95] To yourself, saw the line and you crossed it\n[00:10.30] I ain't gotta send it to you tripping all the tickets\n[00:12.48] Negative lipping, you automatically start the mission\n[00:14.16] Clique is stricken, 'cause you hissing\n[00:15.48] Leave your shit in a bad condition\n[00:16.64] So many N9cians, I can't list 'em\n[00:17.88] When the funk coming up, they sniffin' (Chuh)\n[00:19.92] My niggas was hibernatin' (Chuh)\n[00:21.35] It's all love, but believe we got the sniper waitin' (Chuh)\n[00:23.86] And they ain't rappin', no talking and never cyber-hatin' (Chuh)\n[00:26.21] They specialize in that thing you can get from Mike or Jason\n[00:28.55] I ain't gotta say a damn thing\n[00:30.45] Once you say it, next thing you know the clan came\n[00:32.94] You run your mouth and make 'em come expand brains\n[00:34.88] Damn shame, and lame\n[00:36.04] Got to drop and pop your top\n[00:37.19] Like when they poppin' champagne\n[00:39.52] Euh, and I got plenty means\n[00:40.74] To get it done, but I ain't gotta drop any green\n[00:43.28] The many kings that love me will give 'em semi-streams\n[00:45.55] If he say anything (Anything?)\n[00:47.63] Anything (Anything, chuh)\n[00:48.83] So close they hold these spitters\n[00:50.78] So many that I might not even know these hitters\n[00:53.05] Havin' love from me, so if you try to slow these gritters\n[00:55.45] When it pop, don't look at me\n[00:56.57] I can't control these niggas (Uh-uh)\n[00:58.72] T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n[01:01.01] Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n[01:03.51] Police come around, they go, we don't know\n[01:05.74] Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n[01:08.47] Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n[01:10.62] And my niggas always down to spin the block\n[01:13.02] What that mean? 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Double back, hit his top\n[02:33.06] Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n[02:34.72] You worry 'bout bitches, I'm handling business\n[02:35.93] My niggas be with it, we comin' to get it\n[02:37.16] You know how we be pullin' up, ought to be cool with us\n[02:38.50] But they not cool enough, but they not bool enough\n[02:39.91] Ain't tryna disrespect nobody,\n[02:41.24] But my goons'll catch a body\n[02:42.41] Shoot 'em just like paparazzi,\n[02:43.64] Now you stumbling and flocking\n[02:44.92] 50 bands for a show what I want, like I'm Waka Flocka\n[02:47.37] Pull up and go baka-baka\n[02:48.61] OGs, they gon' pop ya, pop ya\n[02:50.03] Niggas talkin', we gon' let 'em have it, yeah\n[02:52.42] Listen, peon, shit could get tragic, yuh\n[02:55.13] T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n[02:57.31] Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n[02:59.84] Police come around, they go, we don't know\n[03:02.18] Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n[03:04.80] Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n[03:06.98] And my niggas always down to spin the block\n[03:09.38] What that mean? 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Double back, hit his top\n  Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\n  A lot of wolfin' goin' on from these new names lately\n  Don't ever have a career, huh, on 2K maybe\n  Your car will get dented like Harvey, if you're two-faced, crazy\n  My youngins'll mop you up for a blue face, baby, ugh\n  I don't wanna get you green lit like I need him pressed\n  That line like it's call waiting,\n  But it's those texts you'll be receiving\n  No one gon' start shit but I play defense\n  Look at my shark fins, you're in the deep end\n  When I left, I kept on calling Chilli like T-Boz, I be creepin', nigga\n  Bitch please, don't get your whips swiss-cheesed\n  Melted for the chips like trick, give me some dip please\n  Don't get tricked off like Roy and Siegfried\n  When the Sig squeeze, I'll make Ms on 16s\n  Strange Gang, I'll bang-bang like it's Chief Keef\n  Sprinkle wax blunt, call us sequoias, big trees\n  I ain't riding around naked like a striptease\n  I'll do a drive-by on a 10-speed for 10 Gs (Zoom)\n  I be gassing on 'em with intense speed, what the lick read?\n  They don't wanna see me balling\n  They know I'm the king, like Lebron I switch teams\n  How ironic that I got the iron in my pants and my pockets increase\n  Shittin' on them niggas hella bad\n  Take the L, I've been on a win streak\n  I'm on your head, yeah, I'm so proactive\n  And I don't wanna push your team back, so no more malice\n  Trav said, \"Take the high road,\" so I won't go at it\n  But if you hating, do me a favor\n  Do Momo challenge, chump\n  They know it's\n\n  T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n  Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n  Police come around, they go, we don't know\n  Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n  Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n  And my niggas always down to spin the block\n  What that mean? Double back, hit his top\n  Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\n  You worry 'bout bitches, I'm handling business\n  My niggas be with it, we comin' to get it\n  You know how we be pullin' up, ought to be cool with us\n  But they not cool enough, but they not bool enough\n  Ain't tryna disrespect nobody,\n  But my goons'll catch a body\n  Shoot 'em just like paparazzi,\n  Now you stumbling and flocking\n  50 bands for a show what I want, like I'm Waka Flocka\n  Pull up and go baka-baka\n  OGs, they gon' pop ya, pop ya\n  Niggas talkin', we gon' let 'em have it, yeah\n  Listen, peon, shit could get tragic, yuh\n\n  T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n  Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n  Police come around, they go, we don't know\n  Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n  Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n  And my niggas always down to spin the block\n  What that mean? Double back, hit his top\n  Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\n  Strange Music 20 year anniversary!\n"},{"id":12090115,"name":"Green Lit","trackName":"Green Lit","artistName":"Tech N9Ne feat. 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Double back, hit his top\nYoung custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\nA lot of wolfin' goin' on from these new names lately\nDon't ever have a career, huh, on 2K maybe\nYour car will get dented like Harvey, if you're two-faced, crazy\nMy youngins'll mop you up for a blue face, baby, ugh\nI don't wanna get you green lit like I need him pressed\nThat line like it's call waiting,\nBut it's those texts you'll be receiving\nNo one gon' start shit but I play defense\nLook at my shark fins, you're in the deep end\nWhen I left, I kept on calling Chilli like T-Boz, I be creepin', nigga\nBitch please, don't get your whips swiss-cheesed\nMelted for the chips like trick, give me some dip please\nDon't get tricked off like Roy and Siegfried\nWhen the Sig squeeze, I'll make Ms on 16s\nStrange Gang, I'll bang-bang like it's Chief Keef\nSprinkle wax blunt, call us sequoias, big trees\nI ain't riding around naked like a striptease\nI'll do a drive-by on a 10-speed for 10 Gs (Zoom)\nI be gassing on 'em with intense speed, what the lick read?\nThey don't wanna see me balling\nThey know I'm the king, like Lebron I switch teams\nHow ironic that I got the iron in my pants and my pockets increase\nShittin' on them niggas hella bad\nTake the L, I've been on a win streak\nI'm on your head, yeah, I'm so proactive\nAnd I don't wanna push your team back, so no more malice\nTrav said, \"Take the high road,\" so I won't go at it\nBut if you hating, do me a favor\nDo Momo challenge, chump\nThey know it's\n\nT-T-G, yeah we trained to go\nReal niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\nPolice come around, they go, we don't know\nGet ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\nGreen lit a pussy, bumper car\nAnd my niggas always down to spin the block\nWhat that mean? Double back, hit his top\nYoung custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\nYou worry 'bout bitches, I'm handling business\nMy niggas be with it, we comin' to get it\nYou know how we be pullin' up, ought to be cool with us\nBut they not cool enough, but they not bool enough\nAin't tryna disrespect nobody,\nBut my goons'll catch a body\nShoot 'em just like paparazzi,\nNow you stumbling and flocking\n50 bands for a show what I want, like I'm Waka Flocka\nPull up and go baka-baka\nOGs, they gon' pop ya, pop ya\nNiggas talkin', we gon' let 'em have it, yeah\nListen, peon, shit could get tragic, yuh\n\nT-T-G, yeah we trained to go\nReal niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\nPolice come around, they go, we don't know\nGet ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\nGreen lit a pussy, bumper car\nAnd my niggas always down to spin the block\nWhat that mean? 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Double back, hit his top\n  start_ms: 189380\n  end_ms: 191850\n- text: Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n  start_ms: 191850\n  end_ms: 193540\n- text: Strange Music 20 year anniversary!\n  start_ms: 193540\n  end_ms: 195190\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 195190\nplain: |-\n  Aw, shit\n  This something y'all lit\n  You niggas called it\n  To yourself, saw the line and you crossed it\n\n  I ain't gotta send it to you tripping all the tickets\n  Negative lipping, you automatically start the mission\n  Clique is stricken, 'cause you hissing\n  Leave your shit in a bad condition\n  So many N9cians, I can't list 'em\n  When the funk coming up, they sniffin' (Chuh)\n  My niggas was hibernatin' (Chuh)\n  It's all love, but believe we got the sniper waitin' (Chuh)\n  And they ain't rappin', no talking and never cyber-hatin' (Chuh)\n  They specialize in that thing you can get from Mike or Jason\n  I ain't gotta say a damn thing\n  Once you say it, next thing you know the clan came\n  You run your mouth and make 'em come expand brains\n  Damn shame, and lame\n  Got to drop and pop your top\n  Like when they poppin' champagne\n  Euh, and I got plenty means\n  To get it done, but I ain't gotta drop any green\n  The many kings that love me will give 'em semi-streams\n  If he say anything (Anything?)\n  Anything (Anything, chuh)\n  So close they hold these spitters\n  So many that I might not even know these hitters\n  Havin' love from me, so if you try to slow these gritters\n  When it pop, don't look at me\n  I can't control these niggas (Uh-uh)\n\n  T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n  Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n  Police come around, they go, we don't know\n  Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n  Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n  And my niggas always down to spin the block\n  What that mean? Double back, hit his top\n  Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\n  A lot of wolfin' goin' on from these new names lately\n  Don't ever have a career, huh, on 2K maybe\n  Your car will get dented like Harvey, if you're two-faced, crazy\n  My youngins'll mop you up for a blue face, baby, ugh\n  I don't wanna get you green lit like I need him pressed\n  That line like it's call waiting,\n  But it's those texts you'll be receiving\n  No one gon' start shit but I play defense\n  Look at my shark fins, you're in the deep end\n  When I left, I kept on calling Chilli like T-Boz, I be creepin', nigga\n  Bitch please, don't get your whips swiss-cheesed\n  Melted for the chips like trick, give me some dip please\n  Don't get tricked off like Roy and Siegfried\n  When the Sig squeeze, I'll make Ms on 16s\n  Strange Gang, I'll bang-bang like it's Chief Keef\n  Sprinkle wax blunt, call us sequoias, big trees\n  I ain't riding around naked like a striptease\n  I'll do a drive-by on a 10-speed for 10 Gs (Zoom)\n  I be gassing on 'em with intense speed, what the lick read?\n  They don't wanna see me balling\n  They know I'm the king, like Lebron I switch teams\n  How ironic that I got the iron in my pants and my pockets increase\n  Shittin' on them niggas hella bad\n  Take the L, I've been on a win streak\n  I'm on your head, yeah, I'm so proactive\n  And I don't wanna push your team back, so no more malice\n  Trav said, \"Take the high road,\" so I won't go at it\n  But if you hating, do me a favor\n  Do Momo challenge, chump\n  They know it's\n\n  T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n  Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n  Police come around, they go, we don't know\n  Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n  Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n  And my niggas always down to spin the block\n  What that mean? Double back, hit his top\n  Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\n  You worry 'bout bitches, I'm handling business\n  My niggas be with it, we comin' to get it\n  You know how we be pullin' up, ought to be cool with us\n  But they not cool enough, but they not bool enough\n  Ain't tryna disrespect nobody,\n  But my goons'll catch a body\n  Shoot 'em just like paparazzi,\n  Now you stumbling and flocking\n  50 bands for a show what I want, like I'm Waka Flocka\n  Pull up and go baka-baka\n  OGs, they gon' pop ya, pop ya\n  Niggas talkin', we gon' let 'em have it, yeah\n  Listen, peon, shit could get tragic, yuh\n\n  T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n  Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n  Police come around, they go, we don't know\n  Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n  Green lit a pussy, bumper car\n  And my niggas always down to spin the block\n  What that mean? Double back, hit his top\n  Young custodian, might pull up with the mop\n\n  Strange Music 20 year anniversary!\n"},{"id":17527141,"name":"Green Lit (feat. feat. Maez301 & King Iso)","trackName":"Green Lit (feat. feat. 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Double back, hit his top\nYoung custodian and might pull up with the mop\n\nA lot of wolfin' goin' on from\nthese new names lately\nDon't ever have a career,\nhuh, on 2K maybe\nYour car will get dented like\nHarvey, if you're two-faced, crazy\nMy youngins'll mop you up\nfor a blue face, baby, ugh\nI don't wanna get you\ngreen lit like I need him pressed\nThat line like it's call waiting,\nbut it's those texts you'll be receiving\nNo one gon' start shit but I play defense\nLook at my shark fins, you're in the deep end\nWhen I left, I kept on calling\nChilli like T-Boz, I be creepin', nigga\nBitch please, don't get your whips swiss-cheesed\nMelted for the chips like trick, give me some dip please\nDon't get tricked off like Roy and Siegfried\nWhen the Sig squeeze, I'll make Ms on 16s\nStrange Gang, I'll bang-bang like it's Chief Keef\nSprinkle wax blunt, call us sequoias, big trees\nI ain't ridin' 'round naked like a striptease\nI'll do a drive-by on a 10-speed for 10 Gs (Shroom)\nI be gassin' on 'em with intense speed, what the lick read?\nThey don't wanna see me ballin'\nThey know I'm the king, like Lebron\nI switch teams\nHow ironic that I got the iron in my pants\nand my pockets increase\nShittin' on them niggas hella bad\nTake the L, I've been on a win streak\nI'm on your head, yeah, I'm so proactive\nAnd I don't wanna push your team back,\nso no more malice\nTrav said, \"Take the high road,\" so I won't go at it\nBut if you hatin', do me a favor\nDo Momo challenge, chump\nThey know it's\n\nT-T-G, yeah we trained to go\nReal niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\nPolice come around, they go, \"We don't know\"\nGet ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\nGreen lit a pussy, bumbaclot\nAnd my niggas always down to spin the block\nWhat that mean? Double back, hit his top\nYoung custodian and might pull up with the mop\n\nYou worry 'bout bitches,\nI'm handlin' business\nMy niggas be with it,\nwe comin' to get it\nYou know how we be pullin' up,\nought to be cool with us\nBut they not cool enough,\nbut they not bool enough\nAin't tryna disrespect nobody,\nbut my goons'll catch a body\nShoot 'em just like paparazzi,\nnow you stumblin' and flockin'\n50 bands for a show what I want,\nlike I'm Waka Flocka\nPull up and go baka-baka\nOGs, they gon' pop ya, pop ya\nNiggas talkin', we gon' let 'em have it, yeah\nListen, peon, shit could get tragic, yuh\n\nT-T-G, yeah we trained to go\nReal niggas in they biz,\nso don't get exposed\nPolice come around, they go,\n\"We don't know\"\nGet ya hit, get ya split,\nbut we do the most\nGreen lit a pussy, bumbaclot\nAnd my niggas always\ndown to spin the block\nWhat that mean? 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Maez301 & King Iso)\n  artist: Tech N9ne\n  album: N9NA\n  duration_ms: 195256\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Aw, shit\n  This somethin', y'all lit\n  You niggas called it\n  To yourself, saw the line and you crossed it\n\n  I ain't gotta send it to you trippin' all it take is\n  Negative lippin', you automatically\n  start the mission\n  Clique is stricken, 'cause you hissin'\n  Leave your shit in a bad condition\n  So many N9cians, I can't list 'em\n  When the funk comin' up,\n  they sniffin' (Chuh)\n  My niggas is hibernatin' (Chuh)\n  It's all love, but believe we got\n  the sniper waitin' (Chuh)\n  And they ain't rappin', no talkin'\n  and never cyber-hatin' (Chuh)\n  They specialize in that thing you\n  can get from Mike or Jason\n  I ain't gotta say a damn thing\n  Once you say it, next thing\n  you know the clan came\n  You run your mouth and make\n  'em come expand brains\n  Damn shame, and lame\n  Got to drop and pop your top\n  like when they poppin' champagne\n  Ugh, and I got plenty means\n  To get it done, but I ain't\n  gotta drop any green\n  The many kings that love me\n  will give 'em semi-streams\n  If he say anything (Anything?)\n  Anything (Anything, chuh)\n  So close they hold these spitters\n  So many that I might not\n  even know these hitters\n  Havin' love from me, so if you\n  try to slow these gritters\n  When it pop, don't look at me,\n  I can't control these niggas (Uh-uh)\n\n  T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n  Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n  Police come around, they go, \"We don't know\"\n  Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n  Green lit a pussy, bumbaclot\n  And my niggas always down to spill the blood\n  What that mean? Double back, hit his top\n  Young custodian and might pull up with the mop\n\n  A lot of wolfin' goin' on from\n  these new names lately\n  Don't ever have a career,\n  huh, on 2K maybe\n  Your car will get dented like\n  Harvey, if you're two-faced, crazy\n  My youngins'll mop you up\n  for a blue face, baby, ugh\n  I don't wanna get you\n  green lit like I need him pressed\n  That line like it's call waiting,\n  but it's those texts you'll be receiving\n  No one gon' start shit but I play defense\n  Look at my shark fins, you're in the deep end\n  When I left, I kept on calling\n  Chilli like T-Boz, I be creepin', nigga\n  Bitch please, don't get your whips swiss-cheesed\n  Melted for the chips like trick, give me some dip please\n  Don't get tricked off like Roy and Siegfried\n  When the Sig squeeze, I'll make Ms on 16s\n  Strange Gang, I'll bang-bang like it's Chief Keef\n  Sprinkle wax blunt, call us sequoias, big trees\n  I ain't ridin' 'round naked like a striptease\n  I'll do a drive-by on a 10-speed for 10 Gs (Shroom)\n  I be gassin' on 'em with intense speed, what the lick read?\n  They don't wanna see me ballin'\n  They know I'm the king, like Lebron\n  I switch teams\n  How ironic that I got the iron in my pants\n  and my pockets increase\n  Shittin' on them niggas hella bad\n  Take the L, I've been on a win streak\n  I'm on your head, yeah, I'm so proactive\n  And I don't wanna push your team back,\n  so no more malice\n  Trav said, \"Take the high road,\" so I won't go at it\n  But if you hatin', do me a favor\n  Do Momo challenge, chump\n  They know it's\n\n  T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n  Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed\n  Police come around, they go, \"We don't know\"\n  Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most\n  Green lit a pussy, bumbaclot\n  And my niggas always down to spin the block\n  What that mean? Double back, hit his top\n  Young custodian and might pull up with the mop\n\n  You worry 'bout bitches,\n  I'm handlin' business\n  My niggas be with it,\n  we comin' to get it\n  You know how we be pullin' up,\n  ought to be cool with us\n  But they not cool enough,\n  but they not bool enough\n  Ain't tryna disrespect nobody,\n  but my goons'll catch a body\n  Shoot 'em just like paparazzi,\n  now you stumblin' and flockin'\n  50 bands for a show what I want,\n  like I'm Waka Flocka\n  Pull up and go baka-baka\n  OGs, they gon' pop ya, pop ya\n  Niggas talkin', we gon' let 'em have it, yeah\n  Listen, peon, shit could get tragic, yuh\n\n  T-T-G, yeah we trained to go\n  Real niggas in they biz,\n  so don't get exposed\n  Police come around, they go,\n  \"We don't know\"\n  Get ya hit, get ya split,\n  but we do the most\n  Green lit a pussy, bumbaclot\n  And my niggas always\n  down to spin the block\n  What that mean? Double back, hit his top\n  Young custodian and might pull up with the mop\n"}]