[{"id":23412163,"name":"Sho Nuff","trackName":"Sho Nuff","artistName":"Tela","albumName":"Chapter 169. Still Standing","duration":382.92898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Tela]\nIt was this bitch that I knew back from '86\nGraduated and made it from the college of dicks\nNow who the fuck you be, bitch you know me\nTryin' to act solo, down low, hush-hush, and lo-key\nNah hoe I ain't po', where did my motherfuckers go\nI remember this hoe, she used to do nails for Rochelle's, well\nHow the hell you been since I had no job\nHum, why don't you give me some\n'Cause you know I flow and run for Suave\nNah, all of that was on the couch\nNo doubt why y'all records spin, why y'all shippin' in gold\nIt's cold On The Outside lookin' in (brrrr!)\nYou'd best a make yourself worthy\nCause I got a click of niggas ready to get their johnson very dirty\nYou heard me push these thirty dicks, inside your pearly clit\nAin't this a bitch\nI remember when you would not give me shit\nNow you down for them habits\nPut your numbers on them naturals\nMake it snappy cause I got to go to the bathroom\n[Chorus]\nHoes with no clothes sure enough\nShakin' that ass in the club nigga what?\nHoes with no clothes sure enough\nShakin' that ass in the club nigga what?\nHoes with no clothe sure enough\nShakin' that ass in the club nigga what?\nHoes with no clothes sure enough\nShakin' that ass in the club nigga what?, Suave love\n[Eightball]\nNo different from the rest\nShe's just an ordinary hoe\nHair extensions, long nails, ass thicker than gumbo\nMake it fast, takin' cash, shakin' ass in the mix\nTens turn to twenties and twenties come from plenty tricks\nNiggas in love\nCan't stay out the club\nAll in the hoe's face\nBut at the end of the paper chase, whatever you had will be erased\nI see him in the back\nCountin' up that cheddar\nTalkin' loud, smokin' hay, makin' clouds, gettin' ready for the crowd\nI think I know one\nI remember you, oh yes I do\nTryin' to hide side from me and my crew, but ain't no love lost boo\nWhat time the club close, at 3\nWhat's up, you comin' with me\nWe can smoke up mad trees after you get up off your knees\nYou want some cheese\nHoes don't stay at the suave house\nHoes around my nuts like knots\nReal dogs don't pay for cats, that's\nFor real baby\nRecognize and sho me love, dig that shit, sure enough\n[Chorus]\n[MJG]\nWell I be God damned, this shy ass hoe\nWants to get close to me\nA few years back in the past, you wouldn't of even noticed me\nQuoting the, lyrics of the songs that you know I flow\nLookin' for, confidants, and tickets to my next show\nCheck yo' bitch\nIn these short ass pants and blow up dresses\nI can tell they freaky with out three guesses\nOh yes it's very true\nYour bitches be needin' me, leavin' you\nHell, now what the fuck is a nigga like me supposed to do\nLet her loose or let her remain\n'Cause all she be lookin' for is some fame\nA bigger name\nLook, this thang with bigger game\nAnd she claim she ain't heard my music\nTryin' to trick me\nSo I told that hoe my name Bill Bigsley\nShe still hit me\nNow she, killin' my dick softly with her mouth and I\nReally just don't plan on takin' it out cause I\nMJ fuckin' G you needs to knows 'bout these hoes shakin'\nThey ass with no clothes like some pros, sure enouogh\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sho Nuff\n  artist: Tela\n  album: Chapter 169. Still Standing\n  duration_ms: 382929\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Tela]\n  It was this bitch that I knew back from '86\n  Graduated and made it from the college of dicks\n  Now who the fuck you be, bitch you know me\n  Tryin' to act solo, down low, hush-hush, and lo-key\n  Nah hoe I ain't po', where did my motherfuckers go\n  I remember this hoe, she used to do nails for Rochelle's, well\n  How the hell you been since I had no job\n  Hum, why don't you give me some\n  'Cause you know I flow and run for Suave\n  Nah, all of that was on the couch\n  No doubt why y'all records spin, why y'all shippin' in gold\n  It's cold On The Outside lookin' in (brrrr!)\n  You'd best a make yourself worthy\n  Cause I got a click of niggas ready to get their johnson very dirty\n  You heard me push these thirty dicks, inside your pearly clit\n  Ain't this a bitch\n  I remember when you would not give me shit\n  Now you down for them habits\n  Put your numbers on them naturals\n  Make it snappy cause I got to go to the bathroom\n  [Chorus]\n  Hoes with no clothes sure enough\n  Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what?\n  Hoes with no clothes sure enough\n  Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what?\n  Hoes with no clothe sure enough\n  Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what?\n  Hoes with no clothes sure enough\n  Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what?, Suave love\n  [Eightball]\n  No different from the rest\n  She's just an ordinary hoe\n  Hair extensions, long nails, ass thicker than gumbo\n  Make it fast, takin' cash, shakin' ass in the mix\n  Tens turn to twenties and twenties come from plenty tricks\n  Niggas in love\n  Can't stay out the club\n  All in the hoe's face\n  But at the end of the paper chase, whatever you had will be erased\n  I see him in the back\n  Countin' up that cheddar\n  Talkin' loud, smokin' hay, makin' clouds, gettin' ready for the crowd\n  I think I know one\n  I remember you, oh yes I do\n  Tryin' to hide side from me and my crew, but ain't no love lost boo\n  What time the club close, at 3\n  What's up, you comin' with me\n  We can smoke up mad trees after you get up off your knees\n  You want some cheese\n  Hoes don't stay at the suave house\n  Hoes around my nuts like knots\n  Real dogs don't pay for cats, that's\n  For real baby\n  Recognize and sho me love, dig that shit, sure enough\n  [Chorus]\n  [MJG]\n  Well I be God damned, this shy ass hoe\n  Wants to get close to me\n  A few years back in the past, you wouldn't of even noticed me\n  Quoting the, lyrics of the songs that you know I flow\n  Lookin' for, confidants, and tickets to my next show\n  Check yo' bitch\n  In these short ass pants and blow up dresses\n  I can tell they freaky with out three guesses\n  Oh yes it's very true\n  Your bitches be needin' me, leavin' you\n  Hell, now what the fuck is a nigga like me supposed to do\n  Let her loose or let her remain\n  'Cause all she be lookin' for is some fame\n  A bigger name\n  Look, this thang with bigger game\n  And she claim she ain't heard my music\n  Tryin' to trick me\n  So I told that hoe my name Bill Bigsley\n  She still hit me\n  Now she, killin' my dick softly with her mouth and I\n  Really just don't plan on takin' it out cause I\n  MJ fuckin' G you needs to knows 'bout these hoes shakin'\n  They ass with no clothes like some pros, sure enouogh\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":23297963,"name":"Sho Nuff","trackName":"Sho Nuff","artistName":"Tela","albumName":"Piece Of Mind","duration":308.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Tela]\nIt was this bitch that I knew back from '86\nGraduated and made it from the college of dicks\nNow who the fuck you be, bitch you know me\nTryin' to act solo, down low, hush-hush, and lo-key\nNah hoe I ain't po', where did my motherfuckers go\nI remember this hoe, she used to do nails for Rochelle's, well\nHow the hell you been since I had no job\nHum, why don't you give me some\n'Cause you know I flow and run for Suave\nNah, all of that was on the couch\nNo doubt why y'all records spin, why y'all shippin' in gold\nIt's cold On The Outside lookin' in (brrrr!)\nYou'd best a make yourself worthy\nCause I got a click of niggas ready to get their johnson very dirty\nYou heard me push these thirty dicks, inside your pearly clit\nAin't this a bitch\nI remember when you would not give me shit\nNow you down for them habits\nPut your numbers on them naturals\nMake it snappy cause I got to go to the bathroom\n[Chorus]\nHoes with no clothes sure enough\nShakin' that ass in the club nigga what?\nHoes with no clothes sure enough\nShakin' that ass in the club nigga what?\nHoes with no clothe sure enough\nShakin' that ass in the club nigga what?\nHoes with no clothes sure enough\nShakin' that ass in the club nigga what?, Suave love\n[Eightball]\nNo different from the rest\nShe's just an ordinary hoe\nHair extensions, long nails, ass thicker than gumbo\nMake it fast, takin' cash, shakin' ass in the mix\nTens turn to twenties and twenties come from plenty tricks\nNiggas in love\nCan't stay out the club\nAll in the hoe's face\nBut at the end of the paper chase, whatever you had will be erased\nI see him in the back\nCountin' up that cheddar\nTalkin' loud, smokin' hay, makin' clouds, gettin' ready for the crowd\nI think I know one\nI remember you, oh yes I do\nTryin' to hide side from me and my crew, but ain't no love lost boo\nWhat time the club close, at 3\nWhat's up, you comin' with me\nWe can smoke up mad trees after you get up off your knees\nYou want some cheese\nHoes don't stay at the suave house\nHoes around my nuts like knots\nReal dogs don't pay for cats, that's\nFor real baby\nRecognize and sho me love, dig that shit, sure enough\n[Chorus]\n[MJG]\nWell I be God damned, this shy ass hoe\nWants to get close to me\nA few years back in the past, you wouldn't of even noticed me\nQuoting the, lyrics of the songs that you know I flow\nLookin' for, confidants, and tickets to my next show\nCheck yo' bitch\nIn these short ass pants and blow up dresses\nI can tell they freaky with out three guesses\nOh yes it's very true\nYour bitches be needin' me, leavin' you\nHell, now what the fuck is a nigga like me supposed to do\nLet her loose or let her remain\n'Cause all she be lookin' for is some fame\nA bigger name\nLook, this thang with bigger game\nAnd she claim she ain't heard my music\nTryin' to trick me\nSo I told that hoe my name Bill Bigsley\nShe still hit me\nNow she, killin' my dick softly with her mouth and I\nReally just don't plan on takin' it out cause I\nMJ fuckin' G you needs to knows 'bout these hoes shakin'\nThey ass with no clothes like some pros, sure enouogh\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sho Nuff\n  artist: Tela\n  album: Piece Of Mind\n  duration_ms: 308000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Tela]\n  It was this bitch that I knew back from '86\n  Graduated and made it from the college of dicks\n  Now who the fuck you be, bitch you know me\n  Tryin' to act solo, down low, hush-hush, and lo-key\n  Nah hoe I ain't po', where did my motherfuckers go\n  I remember this hoe, she used to do nails for Rochelle's, well\n  How the hell you been since I had no job\n  Hum, why don't you give me some\n  'Cause you know I flow and run for Suave\n  Nah, all of that was on the couch\n  No doubt why y'all records spin, why y'all shippin' in gold\n  It's cold On The Outside lookin' in (brrrr!)\n  You'd best a make yourself worthy\n  Cause I got a click of niggas ready to get their johnson very dirty\n  You heard me push these thirty dicks, inside your pearly clit\n  Ain't this a bitch\n  I remember when you would not give me shit\n  Now you down for them habits\n  Put your numbers on them naturals\n  Make it snappy cause I got to go to the bathroom\n  [Chorus]\n  Hoes with no clothes sure enough\n  Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what?\n  Hoes with no clothes sure enough\n  Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what?\n  Hoes with no clothe sure enough\n  Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what?\n  Hoes with no clothes sure enough\n  Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what?, Suave love\n  [Eightball]\n  No different from the rest\n  She's just an ordinary hoe\n  Hair extensions, long nails, ass thicker than gumbo\n  Make it fast, takin' cash, shakin' ass in the mix\n  Tens turn to twenties and twenties come from plenty tricks\n  Niggas in love\n  Can't stay out the club\n  All in the hoe's face\n  But at the end of the paper chase, whatever you had will be erased\n  I see him in the back\n  Countin' up that cheddar\n  Talkin' loud, smokin' hay, makin' clouds, gettin' ready for the crowd\n  I think I know one\n  I remember you, oh yes I do\n  Tryin' to hide side from me and my crew, but ain't no love lost boo\n  What time the club close, at 3\n  What's up, you comin' with me\n  We can smoke up mad trees after you get up off your knees\n  You want some cheese\n  Hoes don't stay at the suave house\n  Hoes around my nuts like knots\n  Real dogs don't pay for cats, that's\n  For real baby\n  Recognize and sho me love, dig that shit, sure enough\n  [Chorus]\n  [MJG]\n  Well I be God damned, this shy ass hoe\n  Wants to get close to me\n  A few years back in the past, you wouldn't of even noticed me\n  Quoting the, lyrics of the songs that you know I flow\n  Lookin' for, confidants, and tickets to my next show\n  Check yo' bitch\n  In these short ass pants and blow up dresses\n  I can tell they freaky with out three guesses\n  Oh yes it's very true\n  Your bitches be needin' me, leavin' you\n  Hell, now what the fuck is a nigga like me supposed to do\n  Let her loose or let her remain\n  'Cause all she be lookin' for is some fame\n  A bigger name\n  Look, this thang with bigger game\n  And she claim she ain't heard my music\n  Tryin' to trick me\n  So I told that hoe my name Bill Bigsley\n  She still hit me\n  Now she, killin' my dick softly with her mouth and I\n  Really just don't plan on takin' it out cause I\n  MJ fuckin' G you needs to knows 'bout these hoes shakin'\n  They ass with no clothes like some pros, sure enouogh\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":27943621,"name":"Sho Nuff","trackName":"Sho Nuff","artistName":"Tela","albumName":"Chapter 315. Live From Club Nouveau `97","duration":346.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Tela]\nIt was this bitch that I knew back from '86\nGraduated and made it from the college of dicks\nNow who the fuck you be, bitch you know me\nTryin' to act solo, down low, hush-hush, and lo-key\nNah hoe I ain't po', where did my motherfuckers go\nI remember this hoe, she used to do nails for Rochelle's, well\nHow the hell you been since I had no job\nHum, why don't you give me some\n'Cause you know I flow and run for Suave\nNah, all of that was on the couch\nNo doubt why y'all records spin, why y'all shippin' in gold\nIt's cold On The Outside lookin' in (brrrr!)\nYou'd best a make yourself worthy\nCause I got a click of niggas ready to get their johnson very dirty\nYou heard me push these thirty dicks, inside your pearly clit\nAin't this a bitch\nI remember when you would not give me shit\nNow you down for them habits\nPut your numbers on them naturals\nMake it snappy cause I got to go to the bathroom\n[Chorus]\nHoes with no clothes sure enough\nShakin' that ass in the club nigga what?\nHoes with no clothes sure enough\nShakin' that ass in the club nigga what?\nHoes with no clothe sure enough\nShakin' that ass in the club nigga what?\nHoes with no clothes sure enough\nShakin' that ass in the club nigga what?, Suave love\n[Eightball]\nNo different from the rest\nShe's just an ordinary hoe\nHair extensions, long nails, ass thicker than gumbo\nMake it fast, takin' cash, shakin' ass in the mix\nTens turn to twenties and twenties come from plenty tricks\nNiggas in love\nCan't stay out the club\nAll in the hoe's face\nBut at the end of the paper chase, whatever you had will be erased\nI see him in the back\nCountin' up that cheddar\nTalkin' loud, smokin' hay, makin' clouds, gettin' ready for the crowd\nI think I know one\nI remember you, oh yes I do\nTryin' to hide side from me and my crew, but ain't no love lost boo\nWhat time the club close, at 3\nWhat's up, you comin' with me\nWe can smoke up mad trees after you get up off your knees\nYou want some cheese\nHoes don't stay at the suave house\nHoes around my nuts like knots\nReal dogs don't pay for cats, that's\nFor real baby\nRecognize and sho me love, dig that shit, sure enough\n[Chorus]\n[MJG]\nWell I be God damned, this shy ass hoe\nWants to get close to me\nA few years back in the past, you wouldn't of even noticed me\nQuoting the, lyrics of the songs that you know I flow\nLookin' for, confidants, and tickets to my next show\nCheck yo' bitch\nIn these short ass pants and blow up dresses\nI can tell they freaky with out three guesses\nOh yes it's very true\nYour bitches be needin' me, leavin' you\nHell, now what the fuck is a nigga like me supposed to do\nLet her loose or let her remain\n'Cause all she be lookin' for is some fame\nA bigger name\nLook, this thang with bigger game\nAnd she claim she ain't heard my music\nTryin' to trick me\nSo I told that hoe my name Bill Bigsley\nShe still hit me\nNow she, killin' my dick softly with her mouth and I\nReally just don't plan on takin' it out cause I\nMJ fuckin' G you needs to knows 'bout these hoes shakin'\nThey ass with no clothes like some pros, sure enouogh\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sho Nuff\n  artist: Tela\n  album: Chapter 315. Live From Club Nouveau `97\n  duration_ms: 346000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Tela]\n  It was this bitch that I knew back from '86\n  Graduated and made it from the college of dicks\n  Now who the fuck you be, bitch you know me\n  Tryin' to act solo, down low, hush-hush, and lo-key\n  Nah hoe I ain't po', where did my motherfuckers go\n  I remember this hoe, she used to do nails for Rochelle's, well\n  How the hell you been since I had no job\n  Hum, why don't you give me some\n  'Cause you know I flow and run for Suave\n  Nah, all of that was on the couch\n  No doubt why y'all records spin, why y'all shippin' in gold\n  It's cold On The Outside lookin' in (brrrr!)\n  You'd best a make yourself worthy\n  Cause I got a click of niggas ready to get their johnson very dirty\n  You heard me push these thirty dicks, inside your pearly clit\n  Ain't this a bitch\n  I remember when you would not give me shit\n  Now you down for them habits\n  Put your numbers on them naturals\n  Make it snappy cause I got to go to the bathroom\n  [Chorus]\n  Hoes with no clothes sure enough\n  Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what?\n  Hoes with no clothes sure enough\n  Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what?\n  Hoes with no clothe sure enough\n  Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what?\n  Hoes with no clothes sure enough\n  Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what?, Suave love\n  [Eightball]\n  No different from the rest\n  She's just an ordinary hoe\n  Hair extensions, long nails, ass thicker than gumbo\n  Make it fast, takin' cash, shakin' ass in the mix\n  Tens turn to twenties and twenties come from plenty tricks\n  Niggas in love\n  Can't stay out the club\n  All in the hoe's face\n  But at the end of the paper chase, whatever you had will be erased\n  I see him in the back\n  Countin' up that cheddar\n  Talkin' loud, smokin' hay, makin' clouds, gettin' ready for the crowd\n  I think I know one\n  I remember you, oh yes I do\n  Tryin' to hide side from me and my crew, but ain't no love lost boo\n  What time the club close, at 3\n  What's up, you comin' with me\n  We can smoke up mad trees after you get up off your knees\n  You want some cheese\n  Hoes don't stay at the suave house\n  Hoes around my nuts like knots\n  Real dogs don't pay for cats, that's\n  For real baby\n  Recognize and sho me love, dig that shit, sure enough\n  [Chorus]\n  [MJG]\n  Well I be God damned, this shy ass hoe\n  Wants to get close to me\n  A few years back in the past, you wouldn't of even noticed me\n  Quoting the, lyrics of the songs that you know I flow\n  Lookin' for, confidants, and tickets to my next show\n  Check yo' bitch\n  In these short ass pants and blow up dresses\n  I can tell they freaky with out three guesses\n  Oh yes it's very true\n  Your bitches be needin' me, leavin' you\n  Hell, now what the fuck is a nigga like me supposed to do\n  Let her loose or let her remain\n  'Cause all she be lookin' for is some fame\n  A bigger name\n  Look, this thang with bigger game\n  And she claim she ain't heard my music\n  Tryin' to trick me\n  So I told that hoe my name Bill Bigsley\n  She still hit me\n  Now she, killin' my dick softly with her mouth and I\n  Really just don't plan on takin' it out cause I\n  MJ fuckin' G you needs to knows 'bout these hoes shakin'\n  They ass with no clothes like some pros, sure enouogh\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":37629663,"name":"Sho' Nuff","trackName":"Sho' Nuff","artistName":"Tela","albumName":"Promo Only: Urban Radio, February 1997  (Compilation)","duration":307.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Tela]\nIt was this bitch that I knew back from '86\nGraduated and made it from the college of dicks\nNow who the fuck you be, bitch you know me\nTryin' to act solo, down low, hush-hush, and lo-key\nNah hoe I ain't po', where did my motherfuckers go\nI remember this hoe, she used to do nails for Rochelle's, well\nHow the hell you been since I had no job\nHum, why don't you give me some\n'Cause you know I flow and run for Suave\nNah, all of that was on the couch\nNo doubt why y'all records spin, why y'all shippin' in gold\nIt's cold On The Outside lookin' in (brrrr!)\nYou'd best a make yourself worthy\nCause I got a click of niggas ready to get their johnson very dirty\nYou heard me push these thirty dicks, inside your pearly clit\nAin't this a bitch\nI remember when you would not give me shit\nNow you down for them habits\nPut your numbers on them naturals\nMake it snappy cause I got to go to the bathroom\n[Chorus]\nHoes with no clothes sure enough\nShakin' that ass in the club nigga what?\nHoes with no clothes sure enough\nShakin' that ass in the club nigga what?\nHoes with no clothe sure enough\nShakin' that ass in the club nigga what?\nHoes with no clothes sure enough\nShakin' that ass in the club nigga what?, Suave love\n[Eightball]\nNo different from the rest\nShe's just an ordinary hoe\nHair extensions, long nails, ass thicker than gumbo\nMake it fast, takin' cash, shakin' ass in the mix\nTens turn to twenties and twenties come from plenty tricks\nNiggas in love\nCan't stay out the club\nAll in the hoe's face\nBut at the end of the paper chase, whatever you had will be erased\nI see him in the back\nCountin' up that cheddar\nTalkin' loud, smokin' hay, makin' clouds, gettin' ready for the crowd\nI think I know one\nI remember you, oh yes I do\nTryin' to hide side from me and my crew, but ain't no love lost boo\nWhat time the club close, at 3\nWhat's up, you comin' with me\nWe can smoke up mad trees after you get up off your knees\nYou want some cheese\nHoes don't stay at the suave house\nHoes around my nuts like knots\nReal dogs don't pay for cats, that's\nFor real baby\nRecognize and sho me love, dig that shit, sure enough\n[Chorus]\n[MJG]\nWell I be God damned, this shy ass hoe\nWants to get close to me\nA few years back in the past, you wouldn't of even noticed me\nQuoting the, lyrics of the songs that you know I flow\nLookin' for, confidants, and tickets to my next show\nCheck yo' bitch\nIn these short ass pants and blow up dresses\nI can tell they freaky with out three guesses\nOh yes it's very true\nYour bitches be needin' me, leavin' you\nHell, now what the fuck is a nigga like me supposed to do\nLet her loose or let her remain\n'Cause all she be lookin' for is some fame\nA bigger name\nLook, this thang with bigger game\nAnd she claim she ain't heard my music\nTryin' to trick me\nSo I told that hoe my name Bill Bigsley\nShe still hit me\nNow she, killin' my dick softly with her mouth and I\nReally just don't plan on takin' it out cause I\nMJ fuckin' G you needs to knows 'bout these hoes shakin'\nThey ass with no clothes like some pros, sure enouogh\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sho' Nuff\n  artist: Tela\n  album: 'Promo Only: Urban Radio, February 1997  (Compilation)'\n  duration_ms: 307000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Tela]\n  It was this bitch that I knew back from '86\n  Graduated and made it from the college of dicks\n  Now who the fuck you be, bitch you know me\n  Tryin' to act solo, down low, hush-hush, and lo-key\n  Nah hoe I ain't po', where did my motherfuckers go\n  I remember this hoe, she used to do nails for Rochelle's, well\n  How the hell you been since I had no job\n  Hum, why don't you give me some\n  'Cause you know I flow and run for Suave\n  Nah, all of that was on the couch\n  No doubt why y'all records spin, why y'all shippin' in gold\n  It's cold On The Outside lookin' in (brrrr!)\n  You'd best a make yourself worthy\n  Cause I got a click of niggas ready to get their johnson very dirty\n  You heard me push these thirty dicks, inside your pearly clit\n  Ain't this a bitch\n  I remember when you would not give me shit\n  Now you down for them habits\n  Put your numbers on them naturals\n  Make it snappy cause I got to go to the bathroom\n  [Chorus]\n  Hoes with no clothes sure enough\n  Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what?\n  Hoes with no clothes sure enough\n  Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what?\n  Hoes with no clothe sure enough\n  Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what?\n  Hoes with no clothes sure enough\n  Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what?, Suave love\n  [Eightball]\n  No different from the rest\n  She's just an ordinary hoe\n  Hair extensions, long nails, ass thicker than gumbo\n  Make it fast, takin' cash, shakin' ass in the mix\n  Tens turn to twenties and twenties come from plenty tricks\n  Niggas in love\n  Can't stay out the club\n  All in the hoe's face\n  But at the end of the paper chase, whatever you had will be erased\n  I see him in the back\n  Countin' up that cheddar\n  Talkin' loud, smokin' hay, makin' clouds, gettin' ready for the crowd\n  I think I know one\n  I remember you, oh yes I do\n  Tryin' to hide side from me and my crew, but ain't no love lost boo\n  What time the club close, at 3\n  What's up, you comin' with me\n  We can smoke up mad trees after you get up off your knees\n  You want some cheese\n  Hoes don't stay at the suave house\n  Hoes around my nuts like knots\n  Real dogs don't pay for cats, that's\n  For real baby\n  Recognize and sho me love, dig that shit, sure enough\n  [Chorus]\n  [MJG]\n  Well I be God damned, this shy ass hoe\n  Wants to get close to me\n  A few years back in the past, you wouldn't of even noticed me\n  Quoting the, lyrics of the songs that you know I flow\n  Lookin' for, confidants, and tickets to my next show\n  Check yo' bitch\n  In these short ass pants and blow up dresses\n  I can tell they freaky with out three guesses\n  Oh yes it's very true\n  Your bitches be needin' me, leavin' you\n  Hell, now what the fuck is a nigga like me supposed to do\n  Let her loose or let her remain\n  'Cause all she be lookin' for is some fame\n  A bigger name\n  Look, this thang with bigger game\n  And she claim she ain't heard my music\n  Tryin' to trick me\n  So I told that hoe my name Bill Bigsley\n  She still hit me\n  Now she, killin' my dick softly with her mouth and I\n  Really just don't plan on takin' it out cause I\n  MJ fuckin' G you needs to knows 'bout these hoes shakin'\n  They ass with no clothes like some pros, sure enouogh\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":39549460,"name":"Sho Nuff","trackName":"Sho Nuff","artistName":"Tela","albumName":"Ball · MJG","duration":308.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Tela]\nIt was this bitch that I knew back from '86\nGraduated and made it from the college of dicks\nNow who the fuck you be, bitch you know me\nTryin' to act solo, down low, hush-hush, and lo-key\nNah hoe I ain't po', where did my motherfuckers go\nI remember this hoe, she used to do nails for Rochelle's, well\nHow the hell you been since I had no job\nHum, why don't you give me some\n'Cause you know I flow and run for Suave\nNah, all of that was on the couch\nNo doubt why y'all records spin, why y'all shippin' in gold\nIt's cold On The Outside lookin' in (brrrr!)\nYou'd best a make yourself worthy\nCause I got a click of niggas ready to get their johnson very dirty\nYou heard me push these thirty dicks, inside your pearly clit\nAin't this a bitch\nI remember when you would not give me shit\nNow you down for them habits\nPut your numbers on them naturals\nMake it snappy cause I got to go to the bathroom\n[Chorus]\nHoes with no clothes sure enough\nShakin' that ass in the club nigga what?\nHoes with no clothes sure enough\nShakin' that ass in the club nigga what?\nHoes with no clothe sure enough\nShakin' that ass in the club nigga what?\nHoes with no clothes sure enough\nShakin' that ass in the club nigga what?, Suave love\n[Eightball]\nNo different from the rest\nShe's just an ordinary hoe\nHair extensions, long nails, ass thicker than gumbo\nMake it fast, takin' cash, shakin' ass in the mix\nTens turn to twenties and twenties come from plenty tricks\nNiggas in love\nCan't stay out the club\nAll in the hoe's face\nBut at the end of the paper chase, whatever you had will be erased\nI see him in the back\nCountin' up that cheddar\nTalkin' loud, smokin' hay, makin' clouds, gettin' ready for the crowd\nI think I know one\nI remember you, oh yes I do\nTryin' to hide side from me and my crew, but ain't no love lost boo\nWhat time the club close, at 3\nWhat's up, you comin' with me\nWe can smoke up mad trees after you get up off your knees\nYou want some cheese\nHoes don't stay at the suave house\nHoes around my nuts like knots\nReal dogs don't pay for cats, that's\nFor real baby\nRecognize and sho me love, dig that shit, sure enough\n[Chorus]\n[MJG]\nWell I be God damned, this shy ass hoe\nWants to get close to me\nA few years back in the past, you wouldn't of even noticed me\nQuoting the, lyrics of the songs that you know I flow\nLookin' for, confidants, and tickets to my next show\nCheck yo' bitch\nIn these short ass pants and blow up dresses\nI can tell they freaky with out three guesses\nOh yes it's very true\nYour bitches be needin' me, leavin' you\nHell, now what the fuck is a nigga like me supposed to do\nLet her loose or let her remain\n'Cause all she be lookin' for is some fame\nA bigger name\nLook, this thang with bigger game\nAnd she claim she ain't heard my music\nTryin' to trick me\nSo I told that hoe my name Bill Bigsley\nShe still hit me\nNow she, killin' my dick softly with her mouth and I\nReally just don't plan on takin' it out cause I\nMJ fuckin' G you needs to knows 'bout these hoes shakin'\nThey ass with no clothes like some pros, sure enouogh\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sho Nuff\n  artist: Tela\n  album: Ball · MJG\n  duration_ms: 308000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Tela]\n  It was this bitch that I knew back from '86\n  Graduated and made it from the college of dicks\n  Now who the fuck you be, bitch you know me\n  Tryin' to act solo, down low, hush-hush, and lo-key\n  Nah hoe I ain't po', where did my motherfuckers go\n  I remember this hoe, she used to do nails for Rochelle's, well\n  How the hell you been since I had no job\n  Hum, why don't you give me some\n  'Cause you know I flow and run for Suave\n  Nah, all of that was on the couch\n  No doubt why y'all records spin, why y'all shippin' in gold\n  It's cold On The Outside lookin' in (brrrr!)\n  You'd best a make yourself worthy\n  Cause I got a click of niggas ready to get their johnson very dirty\n  You heard me push these thirty dicks, inside your pearly clit\n  Ain't this a bitch\n  I remember when you would not give me shit\n  Now you down for them habits\n  Put your numbers on them naturals\n  Make it snappy cause I got to go to the bathroom\n  [Chorus]\n  Hoes with no clothes sure enough\n  Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what?\n  Hoes with no clothes sure enough\n  Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what?\n  Hoes with no clothe sure enough\n  Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what?\n  Hoes with no clothes sure enough\n  Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what?, Suave love\n  [Eightball]\n  No different from the rest\n  She's just an ordinary hoe\n  Hair extensions, long nails, ass thicker than gumbo\n  Make it fast, takin' cash, shakin' ass in the mix\n  Tens turn to twenties and twenties come from plenty tricks\n  Niggas in love\n  Can't stay out the club\n  All in the hoe's face\n  But at the end of the paper chase, whatever you had will be erased\n  I see him in the back\n  Countin' up that cheddar\n  Talkin' loud, smokin' hay, makin' clouds, gettin' ready for the crowd\n  I think I know one\n  I remember you, oh yes I do\n  Tryin' to hide side from me and my crew, but ain't no love lost boo\n  What time the club close, at 3\n  What's up, you comin' with me\n  We can smoke up mad trees after you get up off your knees\n  You want some cheese\n  Hoes don't stay at the suave house\n  Hoes around my nuts like knots\n  Real dogs don't pay for cats, that's\n  For real baby\n  Recognize and sho me love, dig that shit, sure enough\n  [Chorus]\n  [MJG]\n  Well I be God damned, this shy ass hoe\n  Wants to get close to me\n  A few years back in the past, you wouldn't of even noticed me\n  Quoting the, lyrics of the songs that you know I flow\n  Lookin' for, confidants, and tickets to my next show\n  Check yo' bitch\n  In these short ass pants and blow up dresses\n  I can tell they freaky with out three guesses\n  Oh yes it's very true\n  Your bitches be needin' me, leavin' you\n  Hell, now what the fuck is a nigga like me supposed to do\n  Let her loose or let her remain\n  'Cause all she be lookin' for is some fame\n  A bigger name\n  Look, this thang with bigger game\n  And she claim she ain't heard my music\n  Tryin' to trick me\n  So I told that hoe my name Bill Bigsley\n  She still hit me\n  Now she, killin' my dick softly with her mouth and I\n  Really just don't plan on takin' it out cause I\n  MJ fuckin' G you needs to knows 'bout these hoes shakin'\n  They ass with no clothes like some pros, sure enouogh\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":26833943,"name":"Sho Nuff 2000","trackName":"Sho Nuff 2000","artistName":"Tela","albumName":"The World Ain’t Enuff","duration":309.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sho nuff, sho nuff, here it is, 2000, come on, uh\nYeah, sho nuff (Sho nuff)\nHoes in the club, sho nuff, tell me what that hittin' fo'\nWhat that hittin' fo', what that hittin' fo'\nHoes in the club, sho nuff, tell me what that hittin' fo'\nWhat that hittin' fo', what that hittin' fo'\nHoes in the club, sho nuff, tell me what that hittin' fo'\nWhat that hittin' fo', what that hittin' fo'\n\nIt was this bitch that I knew back from '96, check it out\n\nGraduated from the strip house of suckin' dick, no doubt\nDon't wanna say thangs, she wanna play games\n\nBut now the folks changed, she want broke for change\nShe's got a hold on my name\nYou think I'd hold, don't think I know\nBut I think I'll fold for the bankroll, don't think so\nReach down, touch ankles, ain't close\nWe straight though, you wanna drink though\nCan I spank though, you think so?\nHo, I ain't bullshittin' with your big ol' fat ol' full kitten\nThat purty thang got the whole club off the chain\nThere go Rochelle, three's the company\n\nPen up, goddamn birdy, mayne\nY'all know the biz, y'all know what it is\nDeez nuts, sho nuff, and I want 'em blowed up\nHold up, y'all got me hard, 'bout to make a nigga catch a charge\nWhen you work that pussy part, can you make that pussy fart?\nI bet you can, get the chance, here's the plan, show the hand\nHoes out here tryna hold a man\n\nHoes in the club need to show a man, sho nuff\n\nHoes make that ass clap, don't play (Don't play)\nY'all know the business, get paid (Get paid)\nThe whole club crunk up on X (On X)\nY'all want group sex, group sex (Sho nuff)\nHoes make that ass clap, don't play (Don't play)\nY'all know the business, get paid (Get paid)\nThe whole club crunk up on X (On X)\nY'all want group sex, group 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service like Abercrombie and Fitch\nGet some Viagras and rubbers, it's goin' down in this bitch\n\nHoes make that ass clap, don't play\nY'all know the business, get paid\nThe whole club crunk up on X\nY'all want group sex, group sex\nHoes make that ass clap, don't play\nY'all know the business, get paid\nThe whole club crunk up on X\nY'all want group sex, group sex (Sho nuff)\n\nSweet Jones, stayin' throwed, I can't fuck no silly hoes\nThat ain't got no bankroll, but in the club takin' off they clothes\nWith that fat pussy hole, bitch, you should be ridin' Vogues\nGettin' money like niggas get from rap shows\nFrom bendin' over, twerkin' somethin' and gettin' exposed\nExposed, exposed, suck dick in a platinum Rolls\nRolls, I ain't got no time to be playin' games\nIf you ain't 'bout your change, you ain't fit to ride with James\nJames, 'cause I let my nuts hang to the fuckin' floor\nFloor, and I make your bitch open up the pussy store\n\nStore, I keep my blunt lit and my head low\nLow, and I keep the .45 on the floor\n\nHold up\n\nSho nuff, that's how we doin' this\nA cup of Cris', we chop a brick, some fuss and shit\nThat Mello Yello Stefello, it keep you hard as shit\nT La, Pimp C, Bun B, show us some love, bitch\n\nHoes make that ass clap, don't play\nY'all know the business, get paid\nThe whole club crunk up on X\nY'all want group sex, group sex\nHoes make that ass clap, don't play\nY'all know the business, get paid\nThe whole club crunk up on X\nY'all want group sex, group sex (Sho nuff)\n\nHoes make that ass clap, don't play\nY'all know the business, get paid\nThe whole club crunk up on X\nY'all want group sex, group sex\nHoes make that ass clap, don't play\nY'all know the business, get paid\nThe whole club crunk up on X\nY'all want group sex, group sex (Sho nuff)\n\nHoes make that ass clap, don't play\nY'all know the business, get paid\nThe whole club crunk up on X\nY'all want group sex, group sex\nHoes make that ass clap, don't play\nY'all know the business, 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so\n[00:45.68] Reach down, touch ankles, ain't close\n[00:47.11] We straight though, you wanna drink though\n[00:48.76] Can I spank though, you think so?\n[00:50.35] Ho, I ain't bullshittin' with your big ol' fat ol' full kitten\n[00:54.36] That purty thang got the whole club off the chain\n[00:56.82] There go Rochelle, three's the company\n[00:58.45] Pen up, goddamn birdy, mayne\n[01:00.53] Y'all know the biz, y'all know what it is\n[01:03.12] Deez nuts, sho nuff, and I want 'em blowed up\n[01:06.14] Hold up, y'all got me hard, 'bout to make a nigga catch a charge\n[01:09.50] When you work that pussy part, can you make that pussy fart?\n[01:12.50] I bet you can, get the chance, here's the plan, show the hand\n[01:15.81] Hoes out here tryna hold a man\n[01:17.32] Hoes in the club need to show a man, sho nuff\n[01:19.24] Hoes make that ass clap, don't play (Don't play)\n[01:22.19] Y'all know the business, get paid (Get paid)\n[01:25.18] The whole club crunk up on X (On X)\n[01:28.47] Y'all want group sex, group sex (Sho nuff)\n[01:31.65] Hoes make that ass clap, don't play (Don't play)\n[01:34.80] Y'all know the business, get paid (Get paid)\n[01:37.83] The whole club crunk up on X (On X)\n[01:41.04] Y'all want group sex, group sex (Sho nuff)\n[01:44.46] 2000 Millennium act, the breakin' of the back\n[01:47.29] The takin' of the track, the titty bar booty shakin' for the stack\n[01:50.78] Nigga say he be fuckin' my bitch, shit, he supposed to\n[01:53.90] Just don't be walkin' 'round this bitch like she just chose you\n[01:57.09] Oh yeah, you stayed up all night 'til the game was played up\n[01:59.76] But before you laid up, better know\n[02:01.34] Full price for the pussy was paid up\n[02:02.99] Now wait up, hold up, the tricker bill just towed up\n[02:06.09] Since my bitch showed up, shakin'\n[02:07.53] Her ass with that mini skirt throwed up\n[02:09.20] With a thong on (With a thong on), dancin'\n[02:10.86] To the thong song (To the thong song)\n[02:12.09] Bitch got it goin' on strong (Goin' on strong)\n[02:13.57] Now tell me which one of my pimpin' done gone wrong (Done gone wrong)\n[02:15.99] Boy, I remain a gorilla off in the game for the scrilla\n[02:19.34] Never change, I stay trilla than any game full of killas\n[02:22.20] She pop that thang, I can feel a trick gettin' ready to purchase\n[02:25.61] Bitch approach, she ain't nervous 'cause sellin' pussy's her purpose\n[02:28.89] Always ready for service like Abercrombie and Fitch\n[02:31.71] Get some Viagras and rubbers, it's goin' down in this bitch\n[02:34.52] Hoes make that ass clap, don't play\n[02:37.90] Y'all know the business, get paid\n[02:40.83] The whole club crunk up on X\n[02:44.25] Y'all want group sex, group sex\n[02:47.30] Hoes make that ass clap, don't play\n[02:50.52] Y'all know the business, get paid\n[02:53.42] The whole club crunk up on X\n[02:56.75] Y'all want group sex, group sex (Sho nuff)\n[02:59.92] Sweet Jones, stayin' throwed, I can't fuck no silly 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Hoes in the club, sho nuff, tell me what that hittin' fo'\n  What that hittin' fo', what that hittin' fo'\n  Hoes in the club, sho nuff, tell me what that hittin' fo'\n  What that hittin' fo', what that hittin' fo'\n  Hoes in the club, sho nuff, tell me what that hittin' fo'\n  What that hittin' fo', what that hittin' fo'\n\n  It was this bitch that I knew back from '96, check it out\n\n  Graduated from the strip house of suckin' dick, no doubt\n  Don't wanna say thangs, she wanna play games\n\n  But now the folks changed, she want broke for change\n  She's got a hold on my name\n  You think I'd hold, don't think I know\n  But I think I'll fold for the bankroll, don't think so\n  Reach down, touch ankles, ain't close\n  We straight though, you wanna drink though\n  Can I spank though, you think so?\n  Ho, I ain't bullshittin' with your big ol' fat ol' full kitten\n  That purty thang got the whole club off the chain\n  There go Rochelle, three's the company\n\n  Pen up, goddamn birdy, 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Bitch, you know me\nTried to act solo, down low, hustling low key\nNow ho, I ain't fold, where did my muthafuckas go?\nY'all remember this ho, she used to do nails for Rochelle\nWell, how the hell you been since I had no job?\nHo, why don't you gimme some?\nCause you know I flow and run for squad\n\nNah, all of that was on the clout\nNo doubt, y'all records spin, y'all shivering and cold\nIt's cold on the outside, looking in\nThen you best to make yourself worthy\n\nCause I got a clique of niggas ready to get their Johnson very dirty\n\nYou heard me, put that dirty dick inside your pearly clit\nAin't this a bitch? 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