[{"id":38081437,"name":"Lean Back","trackName":"Lean Back","artistName":"Terror Squad","albumName":"Terror Squad","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, my niggas\nThrow your hands in the air right now, man\nFeel this shit right here\nScott Storch, nigga\nYeah, Khaled I see you, nigga\nShow Big Pun love, yeah\n\nI don't give a fuck 'bout your fault or mishaps, nigga\nWe from the Bronx, New York, shit happens\nKids clappin', love to spark the place\nHalf the niggas in the squad, got a scar on their faces\n\nIt's a cold world and this is ice\nHalf a mil' for the charm, nigga, this is life\nGot the Phantom in front of the building, Trinity Ave\nTen years been legit, they still figure me bad\n\nAs a young'n, it was too much to cope with\nWhy you think, mo'fuckers nick named me, Cook Coke Shit\nShould've been called Don Robbery\nExtortion, or maybe Grand Larceny\n\nI did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle\nThis long, I knew me and my peoples was gone bubble\nCame out the gate on some flow Joe shit\nFat nigga with the shoty was the logo, kid\n\nSaid my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and\nDo the rock away (can you hear me?)\nNow lean back, lean back ([...])\nLean back, lean back, come on\nI said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and\nDo the rock away (can you hear me?)\nNow lean back, lean back (that's right)\nLean back, lean back, come on\n\nR to the eezy, M to the whizzah\nMy arms stay breezy, the don's stay fizzah\nI got a date at eight, I'm in a seven forty fizzive\nAnd I just bought a bike so I can ride till I die\n\nWith a matchin' jacket 'bout to cop me a mansion\nMy niggas in the club, but you know they not dancin'\nWe gangsta, and gangstas don't dance or boogie\nSo never mind how we got in here with burners and hoodies\n\nListen, we don't pay admission and bouncers don't check us\nAnd we walk around the metal detectors\nAnd there really ain't a need for a VIP section\nIn the middle of the dance floor reckless, check it\n\nSaid he like my necklace, started relaxin'\nNow that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\nSee, money ain't a thing, nigga, we still the same, nigga\nFlows just changed now we 'bout to change the game, nigga\n\nSaid my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and\nDo the rock away (can you hear me?)\nNow lean back, lean back ([...])\nLean back, lean back, come on\nI said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and\nDo the rock away (can you hear me?)\nNow lean back, lean back (that's right)\nLean back, lean back, come on\n\nNow we livin' better now, Gucci sweater now\nAnd that G4 could fly through any weather now\nSee, niggas get tight when you worth some millions\nThat's why I sport this chinchilla to hurt their feelings\n\nYou can find Joe Crack at all type of shit\nOut at Vegas, front row to all the fights and shit\nIf I woulda brought Compton, then they'd prolly squeal\n'Cause half these rappers, they blow like Derek Foreal\n\nIf you cross the line, damn right, I'm gon' hurt you\nThese faggot niggas even made gang signs commercials\nEven Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up\nB2K crip walkin' like that's what's up\n\nKay keep tellin' me to speak about the rucker\nMatter of fact, I don't wanna speak about the rucker\nNot even Pee Wee Kirkland could imagine this\nMy niggas didn't have to play to win the championship\n\n(Come on)\nNiggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and\nDo the rock away (can you hear me?)\nNow lean back, lean back ([...])\nLean back, lean back\nCome on\nI said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and\nDo the rock away (Can you hear me?)\nNow lean back, lean back, (that's right)\nLean back, lean back, come on\n\nYeah (can you hear me?)\nBronx, B X borough, Terror Squad\nBig Pun forever\nTony Montana forever (can you hear me?)\nYeah streets is ours, come on\nNah, man\nIt ain't never gonna stop\nChurch, Raul, J.P. fo' ev', come on.","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.05]Yeah, my niggas\n[00:13.74]Throw your hands in the air right now, man\n[00:17.21]Feel this shit right here\n[00:19.96]Scott Storch, nigga\n[00:21.80]Yeah, Khaled I see you, nigga\n[00:24.38]Show Big Pun love, yeah\n[00:27.16]I don't give a fuck 'bout your fault or mishaps, nigga\n[00:32.18]We from the Bronx, New York, shit happens\n[00:34.84]Kids clappin', love to spark the place\n[00:37.28]Half the niggas in the squad, got a scar on their faces\n[00:39.62]It's a cold world and this is ice\n[00:41.55]Half a mil' for the charm, nigga, this is life\n[00:43.96]Got the Phantom in front of the building, Trinity Ave\n[00:46.51]Ten years been legit, they still figure me bad\n[00:49.05]As a young'n, it was too much to cope with\n[00:52.35]Why you think, mo'fuckers nick named me, Cook Coke Shit\n[00:55.13]Should've been called Don Robbery\n[00:56.98]Extortion, or maybe Grand Larceny\n[00:59.34]I did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle\n[01:01.79]This long, I knew me and my peoples was gone bubble\n[01:04.62]Came out the gate on some flow Joe shit\n[01:07.45]Fat nigga with the shoty was the logo, kid\n[01:09.58]Said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and\n[01:12.86]Do the rock away (can you hear me?)\n[01:14.83]Now lean back, lean back ([...])\n[01:16.93]Lean back, lean back, come on\n[01:19.78]I said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and\n[01:22.95]Do the rock away (can you hear me?)\n[01:24.95]Now lean back, lean back (that's right)\n[01:27.67]Lean back, lean back, come on\n[01:29.92]R to the eezy, M to the whizzah\n[01:32.71]My arms stay breezy, the don's stay fizzah\n[01:35.21]I got a date at eight, I'm in a seven forty fizzive\n[01:37.64]And I just bought a bike so I can ride till I die\n[01:39.76]With a matchin' jacket 'bout to cop me a mansion\n[01:42.82]My niggas in the club, but you know they not dancin'\n[01:45.42]We gangsta, and gangstas don't dance or boogie\n[01:47.83]So never mind how we got in here with burners and hoodies\n[01:50.11]Listen, we don't pay admission and bouncers don't check us\n[01:52.87]And we walk around the metal detectors\n[01:55.22]And there really ain't a need for a VIP section\n[01:57.83]In the middle of the dance floor reckless, check it\n[02:00.23]Said he like my necklace, started relaxin'\n[02:02.78]Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\n[02:05.55]See, money ain't a thing, nigga, we still the same, nigga\n[02:08.59]Flows just changed now we 'bout to change the game, nigga\n[02:10.94]Said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and\n[02:13.59]Do the rock away (can you hear me?)\n[02:15.37]Now lean back, lean back ([...])\n[02:17.48]Lean back, lean back, come on\n[02:20.38]I said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and\n[02:23.50]Do the rock away (can you hear me?)\n[02:25.13]Now lean back, lean back (that's right)\n[02:28.07]Lean back, lean back, come on\n[02:30.66]Now we livin' better now, Gucci sweater now\n[02:33.16]And that G4 could fly through any weather now\n[02:35.61]See, niggas get tight when you worth some millions\n[02:38.24]That's why I sport this chinchilla to hurt their feelings\n[02:40.82]You can find Joe Crack at all type of shit\n[02:43.18]Out at Vegas, front row to all the fights and shit\n[02:45.61]If I woulda brought Compton, then they'd prolly squeal\n[02:48.55]'Cause half these rappers, they blow like Derek Foreal\n[02:50.98]If you cross the line, damn right, I'm gon' hurt you\n[02:53.43]These faggot niggas even made gang signs commercials\n[02:56.49]Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up\n[02:58.15]B2K crip walkin' like that's what's up\n[03:00.66]Kay keep tellin' me to speak about the rucker\n[03:03.51]Matter of fact, I don't wanna speak about the rucker\n[03:06.08]Not even Pee Wee Kirkland could imagine this\n[03:08.37]My niggas didn't have to play to win the championship\n[03:10.69](Come on)\n[03:11.61]Niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and\n[03:14.00]Do the rock away (can you hear me?)\n[03:15.72]Now lean back, lean back ([...])\n[03:18.19]Lean back, lean back\n[03:20.36]Come on\n[03:21.22]I said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and\n[03:24.23]Do the rock away (Can you hear me?)\n[03:26.55]Now lean back, lean back, (that's right)\n[03:28.50]Lean back, lean back, come on\n[03:31.31]Yeah (can you hear me?)\n[03:35.34]Bronx, B X borough, Terror Squad\n[03:40.00]Big Pun forever\n[03:44.14]Tony Montana forever (can you hear me?)\n[03:47.52]Yeah streets is ours, come on\n[03:52.07]Nah, man\n[03:53.71]It ain't never gonna stop\n[03:56.03]Church, Raul, J.P. fo' ev', come on.\n[04:03.62]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lean Back\n  artist: Terror Squad\n  album: Terror Squad\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, my niggas\n  start_ms: 1050\n  end_ms: 13740\n- text: Throw your hands in the air right now, man\n  start_ms: 13740\n  end_ms: 17210\n- text: Feel this shit right here\n  start_ms: 17210\n  end_ms: 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nigga, this is life\n  Got the Phantom in front of the building, Trinity Ave\n  Ten years been legit, they still figure me bad\n\n  As a young'n, it was too much to cope with\n  Why you think, mo'fuckers nick named me, Cook Coke Shit\n  Should've been called Don Robbery\n  Extortion, or maybe Grand Larceny\n\n  I did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle\n  This long, I knew me and my peoples was gone bubble\n  Came out the gate on some flow Joe shit\n  Fat nigga with the shoty was the logo, kid\n\n  Said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and\n  Do the rock away (can you hear me?)\n  Now lean back, lean back ([...])\n  Lean back, lean back, come on\n  I said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and\n  Do the rock away (can you hear me?)\n  Now lean back, lean back (that's right)\n  Lean back, lean back, come on\n\n  R to the eezy, M to the whizzah\n  My arms stay breezy, the don's stay fizzah\n  I got a date at eight, I'm in a seven forty fizzive\n  And I 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(that's right)\n  Lean back, lean back, come on\n\n  Now we livin' better now, Gucci sweater now\n  And that G4 could fly through any weather now\n  See, niggas get tight when you worth some millions\n  That's why I sport this chinchilla to hurt their feelings\n\n  You can find Joe Crack at all type of shit\n  Out at Vegas, front row to all the fights and shit\n  If I woulda brought Compton, then they'd prolly squeal\n  'Cause half these rappers, they blow like Derek Foreal\n\n  If you cross the line, damn right, I'm gon' hurt you\n  These faggot niggas even made gang signs commercials\n  Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up\n  B2K crip walkin' like that's what's up\n\n  Kay keep tellin' me to speak about the rucker\n  Matter of fact, I don't wanna speak about the rucker\n  Not even Pee Wee Kirkland could imagine this\n  My niggas didn't have to play to win the championship\n\n  (Come on)\n  Niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and\n  Do the rock away (can you hear me?)\n  Now 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Why you think, mo'fuckers nick named me, Cook Coke Shit\n  Should've been called Don Robbery\n  Extortion, or maybe Grand Larceny\n\n  I did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle\n  This long, I knew me and my peoples was gone bubble\n  Came out the gate on some flow Joe shit\n  Fat nigga with the shoty was the logo, kid\n\n  Said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and\n  Do the rock away (can you hear me?)\n  Now lean back, lean back ([...])\n  Lean back, lean back, come on\n  I said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and\n  Do the rock away (can you hear me?)\n  Now lean back, lean back (that's right)\n  Lean back, lean back, come on\n\n  R to the eezy, M to the whizzah\n  My arms stay breezy, the don's stay fizzah\n  I got a date at eight, I'm in a seven forty fizzive\n  And I just bought a bike so I can ride till I die\n\n  With a matchin' jacket 'bout to cop me a mansion\n  My niggas in the club, but you know they not dancin'\n  We gangsta, and 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text: If you cross the line, damn right, I'm gon' hurt you\n  start_ms: 170980\n  end_ms: 173430\n- text: These faggot niggas even made gang signs commercials\n  start_ms: 173430\n  end_ms: 176490\n- text: Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up\n  start_ms: 176490\n  end_ms: 178150\n- text: B2K crip walkin' like that's what's up\n  start_ms: 178150\n  end_ms: 180660\n- text: Kay keep tellin' me to speak about the rucker\n  start_ms: 180660\n  end_ms: 183510\n- text: Matter of fact, I don't wanna speak about the rucker\n  start_ms: 183510\n  end_ms: 186080\n- text: Not even Pee Wee Kirkland could imagine this\n  start_ms: 186080\n  end_ms: 188370\n- text: My niggas didn't have to play to win the championship\n  start_ms: 188370\n  end_ms: 190690\n- text: (Come on)\n  start_ms: 190690\n  end_ms: 191610\n- text: Niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and\n  start_ms: 191610\n  end_ms: 194000\n- text: Do the rock away (can you hear me?)\n  start_ms: 194000\n  end_ms: 195720\n- text: Now lean back, lean back ([...])\n  start_ms: 195720\n  end_ms: 198190\n- text: Lean back, lean back\n  start_ms: 198190\n  end_ms: 200360\n- text: Come on\n  start_ms: 200360\n  end_ms: 201220\n- text: I said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and\n  start_ms: 201220\n  end_ms: 204230\n- text: Do the rock away (Can you hear me?)\n  start_ms: 204230\n  end_ms: 206550\n- text: Now lean back, lean back, (that's right)\n  start_ms: 206550\n  end_ms: 208500\n- text: Lean back, lean back, come on\n  start_ms: 208500\n  end_ms: 211310\n- text: Yeah (can you hear me?)\n  start_ms: 211310\n  end_ms: 215340\n- text: Bronx, B X borough, Terror Squad\n  start_ms: 215340\n  end_ms: 220000\n- text: Big Pun forever\n  start_ms: 220000\n  end_ms: 224140\n- text: Tony Montana forever (can you hear me?)\n  start_ms: 224140\n  end_ms: 227520\n- text: Yeah streets is ours, come on\n  start_ms: 227520\n  end_ms: 232070\n- text: Nah, man\n  start_ms: 232070\n  end_ms: 233710\n- text: It ain't never gonna stop\n  start_ms: 233710\n  end_ms: 236030\n- text: Church, Raul, J.P. fo' ev', come on.\n  start_ms: 236030\n  end_ms: 243620\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 243620\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, my niggas\n  Throw your hands in the air right now, man\n  Feel this shit right here\n  Scott Storch, nigga\n  Yeah, Khaled I see you, nigga\n  Show Big Pun love, yeah\n\n  I don't give a fuck 'bout your fault or mishaps, nigga\n  We from the Bronx, New York, shit happens\n  Kids clappin', love to spark the place\n  Half the niggas in the squad, got a scar on their faces\n\n  It's a cold world and this is ice\n  Half a mil' for the charm, nigga, this is life\n  Got the Phantom in front of the building, Trinity Ave\n  Ten years been legit, they still figure me bad\n\n  As a young'n, it was too much to cope with\n  Why you think, mo'fuckers nick named me, Cook Coke Shit\n  Should've been called Don Robbery\n  Extortion, or maybe Grand Larceny\n\n  I did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle\n  This long, I knew me and my peoples was gone bubble\n  Came out the gate on some flow Joe shit\n  Fat nigga with the shoty was the logo, kid\n\n  Said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and\n  Do the rock away (can you hear me?)\n  Now lean back, lean back ([...])\n  Lean back, lean back, come on\n  I said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and\n  Do the rock away (can you hear me?)\n  Now lean back, lean back (that's right)\n  Lean back, lean back, come on\n\n  R to the eezy, M to the whizzah\n  My arms stay breezy, the don's stay fizzah\n  I got a date at eight, I'm in a seven forty fizzive\n  And I just bought a bike so I can ride till I die\n\n  With a matchin' jacket 'bout to cop me a mansion\n  My niggas in the club, but you know they not dancin'\n  We gangsta, and gangstas don't dance or boogie\n  So never mind how we got in here with burners and hoodies\n\n  Listen, we don't pay admission and bouncers don't check us\n  And we walk around the metal detectors\n  And there really ain't a need for a VIP section\n  In the middle of the dance floor reckless, check it\n\n  Said he like my necklace, started relaxin'\n  Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\n  See, money ain't a thing, nigga, we still the same, nigga\n  Flows just changed now we 'bout to change the game, nigga\n\n  Said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and\n  Do the rock away (can you hear me?)\n  Now lean back, lean back ([...])\n  Lean back, lean back, come on\n  I said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and\n  Do the rock away (can you hear me?)\n  Now lean back, lean back (that's right)\n  Lean back, lean back, come on\n\n  Now we livin' better now, Gucci sweater now\n  And that G4 could fly through any weather now\n  See, niggas get tight when you worth some millions\n  That's why I sport this chinchilla to hurt their feelings\n\n  You can find Joe Crack at all type of shit\n  Out at Vegas, front row to all the fights and shit\n  If I woulda brought Compton, then they'd prolly squeal\n  'Cause half these rappers, they blow like Derek Foreal\n\n  If you cross the line, damn right, I'm gon' hurt you\n  These faggot niggas even made gang signs commercials\n  Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up\n  B2K crip walkin' like that's what's up\n\n  Kay keep tellin' me to speak about the rucker\n  Matter of fact, I don't wanna speak about the rucker\n  Not even Pee Wee Kirkland could imagine this\n  My niggas didn't have to play to win the championship\n\n  (Come on)\n  Niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and\n  Do the rock away (can you hear me?)\n  Now lean back, lean back ([...])\n  Lean back, lean back\n  Come on\n  I said my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and\n  Do the rock away (Can you hear me?)\n  Now lean back, lean back, (that's right)\n  Lean back, lean back, come on\n\n  Yeah (can you hear me?)\n  Bronx, B X borough, Terror Squad\n  Big Pun forever\n  Tony Montana forever (can you hear me?)\n  Yeah streets is ours, come on\n  Nah, man\n  It ain't never gonna stop\n  Church, Raul, J.P. fo' ev', come on.\n"}]