[{"id":17965865,"name":"Yeah Yeah Yeah","trackName":"Yeah Yeah Yeah","artistName":"Terror Squad","albumName":"Terror Squad - True Story","duration":187.436563,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Remy Martin)\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah\nCheck it\n\n(Verse One: Remy Martin)\nYou see the girl get it popping like no other\nNow they call me Streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter\nMy flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game\nbut none of y'all lame dudes going to fuck her\nI'm on some chill shit\nBut if you fronting then I will flip\nI'll give it to a little chick real quick\nOh you a real bitch? You ain't a bit real\nYou got little tits and your face looks like Emmitt Till\nFirst I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal\nMy budget none stop, mine paying 10 mills\nAnd when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood\nsmoke Vanilla dutches and stuff on Holly-a-wood\nAnd if I, pollyin the dick it's got to be good\nI tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could\nAnd now I got him good, he believes me and he should\nSome dudes won't go down but a lot of them would\nI know this nigga name, Eat-it-out, he like to eat it out\nI just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out (Damn!)\nOh God its Remy Martin\nIn a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets\nNigga!\n\n(Hook: Remy Martin)\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah\n\n(Remy)\nOh God!\n\n(Verse Two: Fat Joe)\nHot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit (cockpit)\nOverseas moving ki's like a locksmith (yeah)\nRocks from Witsick in the sits of neck (ok)\nAll I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet (ok)\nUh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago (noo!)\nI picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago (noo!)\nI got cribs better year estates man (man)\nI'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam (fam)\nStill niggaz wanna go against Crack (Crack!)\nBut that's like? going against Shaq (Shaq!)\nAnd that's too much diesel, I got too much people (people)\nMotherfuckers, you crazy I'll leave you (leave you!)\nAnd I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip\nBut you can find me on the woods now that's a testament\nOr maybe at a lounge with an extra bitch\nEyecandy of the month, God damn she sick!\nShe got a problem, I can help her with that\nTell her man that she's fuckin with Crack\nBet he won't do nothin (nope)\nFrontin like he gon' do somethin (nope)\nQuick to tell you that his whole crew stunting (talk to him!)\nTalk to me, c'mon\n\n(Hook: Remy Martin)\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah\n\nYeah!\n\n(Fat Joe)\nYeah, feel that right there\nNod your head to this shit right here, that real hip-hop right there\nIt's Cook Coke Crack, TS, Remy Mar\nAlbum coming, summer's ours cocksuckers\nTrue Story, BX Burough, Uh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.73] (Remy Martin)\n[00:01.28] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:02.93] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:04.90] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:06.62] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:08.33] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:09.28] Check it\n[00:09.57] (Verse One: Remy Martin)\n[00:09.95] You see the girl get it popping like no other\n[00:12.29] Now they call me Streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter\n[00:15.43] My flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game\n[00:18.67] but none of y'all lame dudes going to fuck her\n[00:21.06] I'm on some chill shit\n[00:22.15] But if you fronting then I will flip\n[00:24.03] I'll give it to a little chick real quick\n[00:25.85] Oh you a real bitch? You ain't a bit real\n[00:28.24] You got little tits and your face looks like Emmitt Till\n[00:31.10] First I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal\n[00:33.66] My budget none stop, mine paying 10 mills\n[00:36.17] And when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood\n[00:37.81] smoke Vanilla dutches and stuff on Holly-a-wood\n[00:40.78] And if I, pollyin the dick it's got to be good\n[00:43.75] I tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could\n[00:46.31] And now I got him good, he believes me and he should\n[00:48.83] Some dudes won't go down but a lot of them would\n[00:51.31] I know this nigga name, Eat-it-out, he like to eat it out\n[00:54.57] I just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out (Damn!)\n[00:57.29] Oh God its Remy Martin\n[00:59.19] In a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets\n[01:01.79] Nigga!\n[01:02.52] (Hook: Remy Martin)\n[01:03.03] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:04.98] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:07.05] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:08.54] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:10.60] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:11.60] (Remy)\n[01:12.12] Oh God!\n[01:13.08] (Verse Two: Fat Joe)\n[01:13.95] Hot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit (cockpit)\n[01:15.62] Overseas moving ki's like a locksmith (yeah)\n[01:17.72] Rocks from Witsick in the sits of neck (ok)\n[01:20.33] All I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet (ok)\n[01:22.29] Uh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago (noo!)\n[01:25.27] I picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago (noo!)\n[01:27.55] I got cribs better year estates man (man)\n[01:30.74] I'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam (fam)\n[01:33.31] Still niggaz wanna go against Crack (Crack!)\n[01:36.05] But that's like? going against Shaq (Shaq!)\n[01:38.10] And that's too much diesel, I got too much people (people)\n[01:41.58] Motherfuckers, you crazy I'll leave you (leave you!)\n[01:43.56] And I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip\n[01:45.78] But you can find me on the woods now that's a testament\n[01:48.44] Or maybe at a lounge with an extra bitch\n[01:51.08] Eyecandy of the month, God damn she sick!\n[01:53.42] She got a problem, I can help her with that\n[01:56.25] Tell her man that she's fuckin with Crack\n[01:58.16] Bet he won't do nothin (nope)\n[01:59.71] Frontin like he gon' do somethin (nope)\n[02:01.75] Quick to tell you that his whole crew stunting (talk to him!)\n[02:03.75] Talk to me, c'mon\n[02:04.83] (Hook: Remy Martin)\n[02:05.78] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:07.14] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:09.19] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:10.93] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:12.64] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:13.88] Yeah!\n[02:15.15] (Fat Joe)\n[02:17.73] Yeah, feel that right there\n[02:19.53] Nod your head to this shit right here, that real hip-hop right there\n[02:24.28] It's Cook Coke Crack, TS, Remy Mar\n[02:28.16] Album coming, summer's ours cocksuckers\n[02:33.05] True Story, BX Burough, Uh!\n[03:06.27] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Yeah Yeah Yeah\n  artist: Terror Squad\n  album: Terror Squad - True Story\n  duration_ms: 187437\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Remy Martin)\n  start_ms: 730\n  end_ms: 1280\n- text: Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  start_ms: 1280\n  end_ms: 2930\n- text: Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  start_ms: 2930\n  end_ms: 4900\n- text: Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  start_ms: 4900\n  end_ms: 6620\n- text: Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  start_ms: 6620\n  end_ms: 8330\n- text: Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  start_ms: 8330\n  end_ms: 9280\n- text: Check it\n  start_ms: 9280\n  end_ms: 9570\n- text: '(Verse One: Remy Martin)'\n  start_ms: 9570\n  end_ms: 9950\n- text: You see the girl get it popping like no other\n  start_ms: 9950\n  end_ms: 12290\n- text: Now they call me Streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter\n  start_ms: 12290\n  end_ms: 15430\n- text: My flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game\n  start_ms: 15430\n  end_ms: 18670\n- text: but none of y'all lame dudes going to fuck her\n  start_ms: 18670\n  end_ms: 21060\n- text: I'm on some chill shit\n  start_ms: 21060\n  end_ms: 22150\n- text: But if you fronting then I will flip\n  start_ms: 22150\n  end_ms: 24030\n- text: I'll give it to a little chick real quick\n  start_ms: 24030\n  end_ms: 25850\n- text: Oh you a real bitch? 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You ain't a bit real\n  You got little tits and your face looks like Emmitt Till\n  First I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal\n  My budget none stop, mine paying 10 mills\n  And when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood\n  smoke Vanilla dutches and stuff on Holly-a-wood\n  And if I, pollyin the dick it's got to be good\n  I tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could\n  And now I got him good, he believes me and he should\n  Some dudes won't go down but a lot of them would\n  I know this nigga name, Eat-it-out, he like to eat it out\n  I just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out (Damn!)\n  Oh God its Remy Martin\n  In a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets\n  Nigga!\n\n  (Hook: Remy Martin)\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n\n  (Remy)\n  Oh God!\n\n  (Verse Two: Fat Joe)\n  Hot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit (cockpit)\n  Overseas moving ki's like a locksmith (yeah)\n  Rocks from Witsick in the sits of neck (ok)\n  All I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet (ok)\n  Uh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago (noo!)\n  I picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago (noo!)\n  I got cribs better year estates man (man)\n  I'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam (fam)\n  Still niggaz wanna go against Crack (Crack!)\n  But that's like? going against Shaq (Shaq!)\n  And that's too much diesel, I got too much people (people)\n  Motherfuckers, you crazy I'll leave you (leave you!)\n  And I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip\n  But you can find me on the woods now that's a testament\n  Or maybe at a lounge with an extra bitch\n  Eyecandy of the month, God damn she sick!\n  She got a problem, I can help her with that\n  Tell her man that she's fuckin with Crack\n  Bet he won't do nothin (nope)\n  Frontin like he gon' do somethin (nope)\n  Quick to tell you that his whole crew stunting (talk to him!)\n  Talk to me, c'mon\n\n  (Hook: Remy Martin)\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n\n  Yeah!\n\n  (Fat Joe)\n  Yeah, feel that right there\n  Nod your head to this shit right here, that real hip-hop right there\n  It's Cook Coke Crack, TS, Remy Mar\n  Album coming, summer's ours cocksuckers\n  True Story, BX Burough, Uh!\n"},{"id":1165853,"name":"Yeah Yeah Yeah","trackName":"Yeah Yeah Yeah","artistName":"Terror Squad","albumName":"True Story","duration":187.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Remy Martin)\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah\nCheck it\n\n(Verse One: Remy Martin)\nYou see the girl get it popping like no other\nNow they call me Streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter\nMy flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game\nBut none of y'all lame dudes going to fuck her\nI'm on some chill shit\nBut if you fronting then I will flip\nI'll give it to a little chick real quick\nOh you a real bitch? You ain't a bit real\nYou got little tits and your face looks like Emmitt Till\nFirst I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal\nMy budget none stop, mine paying 10 mills\nAnd when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood\nSmoke Vanilla dutches and stuff on Holly-a-wood\nAnd if I, pollyin the dick it's got to be good\nI tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could\nAnd now I got him good, he believes me and he should\nSome dudes won't go down but a lot of them would\nI know this nigga name, Eat-it-out, he like to eat it out\nI just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out (Damn!)\nOh God its Remy Martin\nIn a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets\nNigga!\n\n(Hook: Remy Martin)\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah\n\n(Remy)\nOh God!\n\n(Verse Two: Fat Joe)\nHot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit (cockpit)\nOverseas moving ki's like a locksmith (yeah)\nRocks from Witsick in the sits of neck (ok)\nAll I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet (ok)\nUh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago (noo!)\nI picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago (noo!)\nI got cribs better year estates man (man)\nI'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam (fam)\nStill niggaz wanna go against Crack (Crack!)\nBut that's like? going against Shaq (Shaq!)\nAnd that's too much diesel, I got too much people (people)\nMotherfuckers, you crazy I'll leave you (leave you!)\nAnd I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip\nBut you can find me on the woods now that's a testament\nOr maybe at a lounge with an extra bitch\nEyecandy of the month, God damn she sick!\nShe got a problem, I can help her with that\nTell her man that she's fuckin with Crack\nBet he won't do nothin (nope)\nFrontin like he gon' do somethin (nope)\nQuick to tell you that his whole crew stunting (talk to him!)\nTalk to me, c'mon\n\n(Hook: Remy Martin)\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah\n\nYeah!\n\n(Fat Joe)\nYeah, feel that right there\nNod your head to this shit right here, that real hip-hop right there\nIt's Cook Coke Crack, TS, Remy Mar\nAlbum coming, summer's ours cocksuckers\nTrue Story, BX Burough, Uh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.73] (Remy Martin)\n[00:01.28] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:02.93] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:04.90] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:06.62] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:08.33] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:09.28] Check it\n[00:09.57] (Verse One: Remy Martin)\n[00:09.95] You see the girl get it popping like no other\n[00:12.29] Now they call me Streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter\n[00:15.43] My flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game\n[00:18.67] But none of y'all lame dudes going to fuck her\n[00:21.06] I'm on some chill shit\n[00:22.15] But if you fronting then I will flip\n[00:24.03] I'll give it to a little chick real quick\n[00:25.85] Oh you a real bitch? You ain't a bit real\n[00:28.24] You got little tits and your face looks like Emmitt Till\n[00:31.10] First I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal\n[00:33.66] My budget none stop, mine paying 10 mills\n[00:36.17] And when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood\n[00:37.81] Smoke Vanilla dutches and stuff on Holly-a-wood\n[00:40.78] And if I, pollyin the dick it's got to be good\n[00:43.75] I tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could\n[00:46.31] And now I got him good, he believes me and he should\n[00:48.83] Some dudes won't go down but a lot of them would\n[00:51.31] I know this nigga name, Eat-it-out, he like to eat it out\n[00:54.57] I just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out (Damn!)\n[00:57.29] Oh God its Remy Martin\n[00:59.19] In a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets\n[01:01.79] Nigga!\n[01:02.52] (Hook: Remy Martin)\n[01:03.03] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:04.98] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:07.05] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:08.54] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:10.60] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:11.60] (Remy)\n[01:12.12] Oh God!\n[01:13.08] (Verse Two: Fat Joe)\n[01:13.95] Hot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit (cockpit)\n[01:15.62] Overseas moving ki's like a locksmith (yeah)\n[01:17.72] Rocks from Witsick in the sits of neck (ok)\n[01:20.33] All I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet (ok)\n[01:22.29] Uh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago (noo!)\n[01:25.27] I picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago (noo!)\n[01:27.55] I got cribs better year estates man (man)\n[01:30.74] I'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam (fam)\n[01:33.31] Still niggaz wanna go against Crack (Crack!)\n[01:36.05] But that's like? going against Shaq (Shaq!)\n[01:38.10] And that's too much diesel, I got too much people (people)\n[01:41.58] Motherfuckers, you crazy I'll leave you (leave you!)\n[01:43.56] And I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip\n[01:45.78] But you can find me on the woods now that's a testament\n[01:48.44] Or maybe at a lounge with an extra bitch\n[01:51.08] Eyecandy of the month, God damn she sick!\n[01:53.42] She got a problem, I can help her with that\n[01:56.25] Tell her man that she's fuckin with Crack\n[01:58.16] Bet he won't do nothin (nope)\n[01:59.71] Frontin like he gon' do somethin (nope)\n[02:01.75] Quick to tell you that his whole crew stunting (talk to him!)\n[02:03.75] Talk to me, c'mon\n[02:04.83] (Hook: Remy Martin)\n[02:05.78] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:07.14] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:09.19] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:10.93] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:12.64] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:13.88] Yeah!\n[02:15.15] (Fat Joe)\n[02:17.73] Yeah, feel that right there\n[02:19.53] Nod your head to this shit right here, that real hip-hop right there\n[02:24.28] It's Cook Coke Crack, TS, Remy Mar\n[02:28.16] Album coming, summer's ours cocksuckers\n[02:33.05] True Story, BX Burough, Uh!\n[03:06.27] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Yeah Yeah Yeah\n  artist: Terror Squad\n  album: True Story\n  duration_ms: 187000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Remy Martin)\n  start_ms: 730\n  end_ms: 1280\n- text: Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  start_ms: 1280\n  end_ms: 2930\n- text: Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  start_ms: 2930\n  end_ms: 4900\n- text: Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  start_ms: 4900\n  end_ms: 6620\n- text: Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  start_ms: 6620\n  end_ms: 8330\n- text: Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  start_ms: 8330\n  end_ms: 9280\n- text: Check it\n  start_ms: 9280\n  end_ms: 9570\n- text: '(Verse One: Remy Martin)'\n  start_ms: 9570\n  end_ms: 9950\n- text: You see the girl get it popping like no other\n  start_ms: 9950\n  end_ms: 12290\n- text: Now they call me Streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter\n  start_ms: 12290\n  end_ms: 15430\n- text: My flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game\n  start_ms: 15430\n  end_ms: 18670\n- text: But none of y'all lame dudes going to fuck her\n  start_ms: 18670\n  end_ms: 21060\n- text: I'm on some chill shit\n  start_ms: 21060\n  end_ms: 22150\n- text: But if you fronting then I will flip\n  start_ms: 22150\n  end_ms: 24030\n- text: I'll give it to a little chick real quick\n  start_ms: 24030\n  end_ms: 25850\n- text: Oh you a real bitch? 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You ain't a bit real\n  You got little tits and your face looks like Emmitt Till\n  First I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal\n  My budget none stop, mine paying 10 mills\n  And when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood\n  Smoke Vanilla dutches and stuff on Holly-a-wood\n  And if I, pollyin the dick it's got to be good\n  I tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could\n  And now I got him good, he believes me and he should\n  Some dudes won't go down but a lot of them would\n  I know this nigga name, Eat-it-out, he like to eat it out\n  I just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out (Damn!)\n  Oh God its Remy Martin\n  In a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets\n  Nigga!\n\n  (Hook: Remy Martin)\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n\n  (Remy)\n  Oh God!\n\n  (Verse Two: Fat Joe)\n  Hot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit (cockpit)\n  Overseas moving ki's like a locksmith (yeah)\n  Rocks from Witsick in the sits of neck (ok)\n  All I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet (ok)\n  Uh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago (noo!)\n  I picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago (noo!)\n  I got cribs better year estates man (man)\n  I'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam (fam)\n  Still niggaz wanna go against Crack (Crack!)\n  But that's like? going against Shaq (Shaq!)\n  And that's too much diesel, I got too much people (people)\n  Motherfuckers, you crazy I'll leave you (leave you!)\n  And I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip\n  But you can find me on the woods now that's a testament\n  Or maybe at a lounge with an extra bitch\n  Eyecandy of the month, God damn she sick!\n  She got a problem, I can help her with that\n  Tell her man that she's fuckin with Crack\n  Bet he won't do nothin (nope)\n  Frontin like he gon' do somethin (nope)\n  Quick to tell you that his whole crew stunting (talk to him!)\n  Talk to me, c'mon\n\n  (Hook: Remy Martin)\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n\n  Yeah!\n\n  (Fat Joe)\n  Yeah, feel that right there\n  Nod your head to this shit right here, that real hip-hop right there\n  It's Cook Coke Crack, TS, Remy Mar\n  Album coming, summer's ours cocksuckers\n  True Story, BX Burough, Uh!\n"},{"id":35961791,"name":"Yeah Yeah Yeah","trackName":"Yeah Yeah Yeah","artistName":"Terror Squad","albumName":"Lean Back","duration":187.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Remy Martin)\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah\nCheck it\n\n(Verse One: Remy Martin)\nYou see the girl get it popping like no other\nNow they call me Streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter\nMy flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game\nBut none of y'all lame dudes going to fuck her\nI'm on some chill shit\nBut if you fronting then I will flip\nI'll give it to a little chick real quick\nOh you a real bitch? You ain't a bit real\nYou got little tits and your face looks like Emmitt Till\nFirst I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal\nMy budget none stop, mine paying 10 mills\nAnd when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood\nSmoke Vanilla dutches and stuff on Holly-a-wood\nAnd if I, pollyin the dick it's got to be good\nI tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could\nAnd now I got him good, he believes me and he should\nSome dudes won't go down but a lot of them would\nI know this nigga name, Eat-it-out, he like to eat it out\nI just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out (Damn!)\nOh God its Remy Martin\nIn a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets\nNigga!\n\n(Hook: Remy Martin)\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah\n\n(Remy)\nOh God!\n\n(Verse Two: Fat Joe)\nHot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit (cockpit)\nOverseas moving ki's like a locksmith (yeah)\nRocks from Witsick in the sits of neck (ok)\nAll I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet (ok)\nUh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago (noo!)\nI picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago (noo!)\nI got cribs better year estates man (man)\nI'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam (fam)\nStill niggaz wanna go against Crack (Crack!)\nBut that's like? going against Shaq (Shaq!)\nAnd that's too much diesel, I got too much people (people)\nMotherfuckers, you crazy I'll leave you (leave you!)\nAnd I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip\nBut you can find me on the woods now that's a testament\nOr maybe at a lounge with an extra bitch\nEyecandy of the month, God damn she sick!\nShe got a problem, I can help her with that\nTell her man that she's fuckin with Crack\nBet he won't do nothin (nope)\nFrontin like he gon' do somethin (nope)\nQuick to tell you that his whole crew stunting (talk to him!)\nTalk to me, c'mon\n\n(Hook: Remy Martin)\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah\n\nYeah!\n\n(Fat Joe)\nYeah, feel that right there\nNod your head to this shit right here, that real hip-hop right there\nIt's Cook Coke Crack, TS, Remy Mar\nAlbum coming, summer's ours cocksuckers\nTrue Story, BX Burough, Uh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.73] (Remy Martin)\n[00:01.28] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:02.93] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:04.90] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:06.62] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:08.33] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:09.28] Check it\n[00:09.57] (Verse One: Remy Martin)\n[00:09.95] You see the girl get it popping like no other\n[00:12.29] Now they call me Streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter\n[00:15.43] My flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game\n[00:18.67] But none of y'all lame dudes going to fuck her\n[00:21.06] I'm on some chill shit\n[00:22.15] But if you fronting then I will flip\n[00:24.03] I'll give it to a little chick real quick\n[00:25.85] Oh you a real bitch? You ain't a bit real\n[00:28.24] You got little tits and your face looks like Emmitt Till\n[00:31.10] First I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal\n[00:33.66] My budget none stop, mine paying 10 mills\n[00:36.17] And when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood\n[00:37.81] Smoke Vanilla dutches and stuff on Holly-a-wood\n[00:40.78] And if I, pollyin the dick it's got to be good\n[00:43.75] I tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could\n[00:46.31] And now I got him good, he believes me and he should\n[00:48.83] Some dudes won't go down but a lot of them would\n[00:51.31] I know this nigga name, Eat-it-out, he like to eat it out\n[00:54.57] I just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out (Damn!)\n[00:57.29] Oh God its Remy Martin\n[00:59.19] In a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets\n[01:01.79] Nigga!\n[01:02.52] (Hook: Remy Martin)\n[01:03.03] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:04.98] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:07.05] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:08.54] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:10.60] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:11.60] (Remy)\n[01:12.12] Oh God!\n[01:13.08] (Verse Two: Fat Joe)\n[01:13.95] Hot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit (cockpit)\n[01:15.62] Overseas moving ki's like a locksmith (yeah)\n[01:17.72] Rocks from Witsick in the sits of neck (ok)\n[01:20.33] All I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet (ok)\n[01:22.29] Uh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago (noo!)\n[01:25.27] I picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago (noo!)\n[01:27.55] I got cribs better year estates man (man)\n[01:30.74] I'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam (fam)\n[01:33.31] Still niggaz wanna go against Crack (Crack!)\n[01:36.05] But that's like? going against Shaq (Shaq!)\n[01:38.10] And that's too much diesel, I got too much people (people)\n[01:41.58] Motherfuckers, you crazy I'll leave you (leave you!)\n[01:43.56] And I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip\n[01:45.78] But you can find me on the woods now that's a testament\n[01:48.44] Or maybe at a lounge with an extra bitch\n[01:51.08] Eyecandy of the month, God damn she sick!\n[01:53.42] She got a problem, I can help her with that\n[01:56.25] Tell her man that she's fuckin with Crack\n[01:58.16] Bet he won't do nothin (nope)\n[01:59.71] Frontin like he gon' do somethin (nope)\n[02:01.75] Quick to tell you that his whole crew stunting (talk to him!)\n[02:03.75] Talk to me, c'mon\n[02:04.83] (Hook: Remy Martin)\n[02:05.78] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:07.14] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:09.19] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:10.93] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:12.64] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:13.88] Yeah!\n[02:15.15] (Fat Joe)\n[02:17.73] Yeah, feel that right there\n[02:19.53] Nod your head to this shit right here, that real hip-hop right there\n[02:24.28] It's Cook Coke Crack, TS, Remy Mar\n[02:28.16] Album coming, summer's ours cocksuckers\n[02:33.05] True Story, BX Burough, Uh!\n[03:06.27] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Yeah Yeah Yeah\n  artist: Terror Squad\n  album: Lean Back\n  duration_ms: 187000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Remy Martin)\n  start_ms: 730\n  end_ms: 1280\n- text: Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  start_ms: 1280\n  end_ms: 2930\n- text: Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  start_ms: 2930\n  end_ms: 4900\n- text: Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  start_ms: 4900\n  end_ms: 6620\n- text: Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  start_ms: 6620\n  end_ms: 8330\n- text: Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  start_ms: 8330\n  end_ms: 9280\n- text: Check it\n  start_ms: 9280\n  end_ms: 9570\n- text: '(Verse One: Remy Martin)'\n  start_ms: 9570\n  end_ms: 9950\n- text: You see the girl get it popping like no other\n  start_ms: 9950\n  end_ms: 12290\n- text: Now they call me Streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter\n  start_ms: 12290\n  end_ms: 15430\n- text: My flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game\n  start_ms: 15430\n  end_ms: 18670\n- text: But none of y'all lame dudes going to fuck her\n  start_ms: 18670\n  end_ms: 21060\n- text: I'm on some chill shit\n  start_ms: 21060\n  end_ms: 22150\n- text: But if you fronting then I will flip\n  start_ms: 22150\n  end_ms: 24030\n- text: I'll give it to a little chick real quick\n  start_ms: 24030\n  end_ms: 25850\n- text: Oh you a real bitch? 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You ain't a bit real\n  You got little tits and your face looks like Emmitt Till\n  First I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal\n  My budget none stop, mine paying 10 mills\n  And when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood\n  Smoke Vanilla dutches and stuff on Holly-a-wood\n  And if I, pollyin the dick it's got to be good\n  I tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could\n  And now I got him good, he believes me and he should\n  Some dudes won't go down but a lot of them would\n  I know this nigga name, Eat-it-out, he like to eat it out\n  I just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out (Damn!)\n  Oh God its Remy Martin\n  In a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets\n  Nigga!\n\n  (Hook: Remy Martin)\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n\n  (Remy)\n  Oh God!\n\n  (Verse Two: Fat Joe)\n  Hot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit (cockpit)\n  Overseas moving ki's like a locksmith (yeah)\n  Rocks from Witsick in the sits of neck (ok)\n  All I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet (ok)\n  Uh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago (noo!)\n  I picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago (noo!)\n  I got cribs better year estates man (man)\n  I'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam (fam)\n  Still niggaz wanna go against Crack (Crack!)\n  But that's like? going against Shaq (Shaq!)\n  And that's too much diesel, I got too much people (people)\n  Motherfuckers, you crazy I'll leave you (leave you!)\n  And I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip\n  But you can find me on the woods now that's a testament\n  Or maybe at a lounge with an extra bitch\n  Eyecandy of the month, God damn she sick!\n  She got a problem, I can help her with that\n  Tell her man that she's fuckin with Crack\n  Bet he won't do nothin (nope)\n  Frontin like he gon' do somethin (nope)\n  Quick to tell you that his whole crew stunting (talk to him!)\n  Talk to me, c'mon\n\n  (Hook: Remy Martin)\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n\n  Yeah!\n\n  (Fat Joe)\n  Yeah, feel that right there\n  Nod your head to this shit right here, that real hip-hop right there\n  It's Cook Coke Crack, TS, Remy Mar\n  Album coming, summer's ours cocksuckers\n  True Story, BX Burough, Uh!\n"},{"id":34121908,"name":"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah","trackName":"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah","artistName":"Terror Squad","albumName":"True Story","duration":177.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Remy Martin)\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah\nCheck it\n\n(Verse One: Remy Martin)\nYou see the girl get it popping like no other\nNow they call me Streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter\nMy flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game\nBut none of y'all lame dudes going to fuck her\nI'm on some chill shit\nBut if you fronting then I will flip\nI'll give it to a little chick real quick\nOh you a real bitch? You ain't a bit real\nYou got little tits and your face looks like Emmitt Till\nFirst I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal\nMy budget none stop, mine paying 10 mills\nAnd when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood\nSmoke Vanilla dutches and stuff on Holly-a-wood\nAnd if I, pollyin the dick it's got to be good\nI tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could\nAnd now I got him good, he believes me and he should\nSome dudes won't go down but a lot of them would\nI know this nigga name, Eat-it-out, he like to eat it out\nI just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out (Damn!)\nOh God its Remy Martin\nIn a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets\nNigga!\n\n(Hook: Remy Martin)\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah\n\n(Remy)\nOh God!\n\n(Verse Two: Fat Joe)\nHot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit (cockpit)\nOverseas moving ki's like a locksmith (yeah)\nRocks from Witsick in the sits of neck (ok)\nAll I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet (ok)\nUh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago (noo!)\nI picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago (noo!)\nI got cribs better year estates man (man)\nI'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam (fam)\nStill niggaz wanna go against Crack (Crack!)\nBut that's like? going against Shaq (Shaq!)\nAnd that's too much diesel, I got too much people (people)\nMotherfuckers, you crazy I'll leave you (leave you!)\nAnd I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip\nBut you can find me on the woods now that's a testament\nOr maybe at a lounge with an extra bitch\nEyecandy of the month, God damn she sick!\nShe got a problem, I can help her with that\nTell her man that she's fuckin with Crack\nBet he won't do nothin (nope)\nFrontin like he gon' do somethin (nope)\nQuick to tell you that his whole crew stunting (talk to him!)\nTalk to me, c'mon\n\n(Hook: Remy Martin)\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah\n\nYeah!\n\n(Fat Joe)\nYeah, feel that right there\nNod your head to this shit right here, that real hip-hop right there\nIt's Cook Coke Crack, TS, Remy Mar\nAlbum coming, summer's ours cocksuckers\nTrue Story, BX Burough, Uh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.73] (Remy Martin)\n[00:01.28] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:02.93] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:04.90] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:06.62] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:08.33] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:09.28] Check it\n[00:09.57] (Verse One: Remy Martin)\n[00:09.95] You see the girl get it popping like no other\n[00:12.29] Now they call me Streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter\n[00:15.43] My flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game\n[00:18.67] But none of y'all lame dudes going to fuck her\n[00:21.06] I'm on some chill shit\n[00:22.15] But if you fronting then I will flip\n[00:24.03] I'll give it to a little chick real quick\n[00:25.85] Oh you a real bitch? You ain't a bit real\n[00:28.24] You got little tits and your face looks like Emmitt Till\n[00:31.10] First I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal\n[00:33.66] My budget none stop, mine paying 10 mills\n[00:36.17] And when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood\n[00:37.81] Smoke Vanilla dutches and stuff on Holly-a-wood\n[00:40.78] And if I, pollyin the dick it's got to be good\n[00:43.75] I tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could\n[00:46.31] And now I got him good, he believes me and he should\n[00:48.83] Some dudes won't go down but a lot of them would\n[00:51.31] I know this nigga name, Eat-it-out, he like to eat it out\n[00:54.57] I just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out (Damn!)\n[00:57.29] Oh God its Remy Martin\n[00:59.19] In a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets\n[01:01.79] Nigga!\n[01:02.52] (Hook: Remy Martin)\n[01:03.03] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:04.98] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:07.05] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:08.54] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:10.60] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:11.60] (Remy)\n[01:12.12] Oh God!\n[01:13.08] (Verse Two: Fat Joe)\n[01:13.95] Hot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit (cockpit)\n[01:15.62] Overseas moving ki's like a locksmith (yeah)\n[01:17.72] Rocks from Witsick in the sits of neck (ok)\n[01:20.33] All I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet (ok)\n[01:22.29] Uh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago (noo!)\n[01:25.27] I picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago (noo!)\n[01:27.55] I got cribs better year estates man (man)\n[01:30.74] I'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam (fam)\n[01:33.31] Still niggaz wanna go against Crack (Crack!)\n[01:36.05] But that's like? going against Shaq (Shaq!)\n[01:38.10] And that's too much diesel, I got too much people (people)\n[01:41.58] Motherfuckers, you crazy I'll leave you (leave you!)\n[01:43.56] And I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip\n[01:45.78] But you can find me on the woods now that's a testament\n[01:48.44] Or maybe at a lounge with an extra bitch\n[01:51.08] Eyecandy of the month, God damn she sick!\n[01:53.42] She got a problem, I can help her with that\n[01:56.25] Tell her man that she's fuckin with Crack\n[01:58.16] Bet he won't do nothin (nope)\n[01:59.71] Frontin like he gon' do somethin (nope)\n[02:01.75] Quick to tell you that his whole crew stunting (talk to him!)\n[02:03.75] Talk to me, c'mon\n[02:04.83] (Hook: Remy Martin)\n[02:05.78] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:07.14] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:09.19] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:10.93] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:12.64] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:13.88] Yeah!\n[02:15.15] (Fat Joe)\n[02:17.73] Yeah, feel that right there\n[02:19.53] Nod your head to this shit right here, that real hip-hop right there\n[02:24.28] It's Cook Coke Crack, TS, Remy Mar\n[02:28.16] Album coming, summer's ours cocksuckers\n[02:33.05] True Story, BX Burough, Uh!\n[03:06.27] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Yeah, Yeah, Yeah\n  artist: Terror Squad\n  album: True Story\n  duration_ms: 177000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Remy Martin)\n  start_ms: 730\n  end_ms: 1280\n- text: Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  start_ms: 1280\n  end_ms: 2930\n- text: Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  start_ms: 2930\n  end_ms: 4900\n- text: Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  start_ms: 4900\n  end_ms: 6620\n- text: Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  start_ms: 6620\n  end_ms: 8330\n- text: Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  start_ms: 8330\n  end_ms: 9280\n- text: Check it\n  start_ms: 9280\n  end_ms: 9570\n- text: '(Verse One: Remy Martin)'\n  start_ms: 9570\n  end_ms: 9950\n- text: You see the girl get it popping like no other\n  start_ms: 9950\n  end_ms: 12290\n- text: Now they call me Streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter\n  start_ms: 12290\n  end_ms: 15430\n- text: My flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game\n  start_ms: 15430\n  end_ms: 18670\n- text: But none of y'all lame dudes going to fuck her\n  start_ms: 18670\n  end_ms: 21060\n- text: I'm on some chill shit\n  start_ms: 21060\n  end_ms: 22150\n- text: But if you fronting then I will flip\n  start_ms: 22150\n  end_ms: 24030\n- text: I'll give it to a little chick real quick\n  start_ms: 24030\n  end_ms: 25850\n- text: Oh you a real bitch? 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You ain't a bit real\n  You got little tits and your face looks like Emmitt Till\n  First I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal\n  My budget none stop, mine paying 10 mills\n  And when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood\n  Smoke Vanilla dutches and stuff on Holly-a-wood\n  And if I, pollyin the dick it's got to be good\n  I tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could\n  And now I got him good, he believes me and he should\n  Some dudes won't go down but a lot of them would\n  I know this nigga name, Eat-it-out, he like to eat it out\n  I just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out (Damn!)\n  Oh God its Remy Martin\n  In a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets\n  Nigga!\n\n  (Hook: Remy Martin)\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n\n  (Remy)\n  Oh God!\n\n  (Verse Two: Fat Joe)\n  Hot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit (cockpit)\n  Overseas moving ki's like a locksmith (yeah)\n  Rocks from Witsick in the sits of neck (ok)\n  All I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet (ok)\n  Uh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago (noo!)\n  I picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago (noo!)\n  I got cribs better year estates man (man)\n  I'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam (fam)\n  Still niggaz wanna go against Crack (Crack!)\n  But that's like? going against Shaq (Shaq!)\n  And that's too much diesel, I got too much people (people)\n  Motherfuckers, you crazy I'll leave you (leave you!)\n  And I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip\n  But you can find me on the woods now that's a testament\n  Or maybe at a lounge with an extra bitch\n  Eyecandy of the month, God damn she sick!\n  She got a problem, I can help her with that\n  Tell her man that she's fuckin with Crack\n  Bet he won't do nothin (nope)\n  Frontin like he gon' do somethin (nope)\n  Quick to tell you that his whole crew stunting (talk to him!)\n  Talk to me, c'mon\n\n  (Hook: Remy Martin)\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n\n  Yeah!\n\n  (Fat Joe)\n  Yeah, feel that right there\n  Nod your head to this shit right here, that real hip-hop right there\n  It's Cook Coke Crack, TS, Remy Mar\n  Album coming, summer's ours cocksuckers\n  True Story, BX Burough, Uh!\n"},{"id":26205771,"name":"02  Yeah, Yeah, Yeah","trackName":"02  Yeah, Yeah, Yeah","artistName":"Terror Squad","albumName":"True Story","duration":187.454694,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Remy Martin)\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah\nCheck it\n\n(Verse One: Remy Martin)\nYou see the girl get it popping like no other\nNow they call me Streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter\nMy flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game\nbut none of y'all lame dudes going to fuck her\nI'm on some chill shit\nBut if you fronting then I will flip\nI'll give it to a little chick real quick\nOh you a real bitch? You ain't a bit real\nYou got little tits and your face looks like Emmitt Till\nFirst I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal\nMy budget none stop, mine paying 10 mills\nAnd when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood\nsmoke Vanilla dutches and stuff on Holly-a-wood\nAnd if I, pollyin the dick it's got to be good\nI tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could\nAnd now I got him good, he believes me and he should\nSome dudes won't go down but a lot of them would\nI know this nigga name, Eat-it-out, he like to eat it out\nI just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out (Damn!)\nOh God its Remy Martin\nIn a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets\nNigga!\n\n(Hook: Remy Martin)\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah\n\n(Remy)\nOh God!\n\n(Verse Two: Fat Joe)\nHot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit (cockpit)\nOverseas moving ki's like a locksmith (yeah)\nRocks from Witsick in the sits of neck (ok)\nAll I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet (ok)\nUh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago (noo!)\nI picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago (noo!)\nI got cribs better year estates man (man)\nI'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam (fam)\nStill niggaz wanna go against Crack (Crack!)\nBut that's like? going against Shaq (Shaq!)\nAnd that's too much diesel, I got too much people (people)\nMotherfuckers, you crazy I'll leave you (leave you!)\nAnd I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip\nBut you can find me on the woods now that's a testament\nOr maybe at a lounge with an extra bitch\nEyecandy of the month, God damn she sick!\nShe got a problem, I can help her with that\nTell her man that she's fuckin with Crack\nBet he won't do nothin (nope)\nFrontin like he gon' do somethin (nope)\nQuick to tell you that his whole crew stunting (talk to him!)\nTalk to me, c'mon\n\n(Hook: Remy Martin)\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah\n\nYeah!\n\n(Fat Joe)\nYeah, feel that right there\nNod your head to this shit right here, that real hip-hop right there\nIt's Cook Coke Crack, TS, Remy Mar\nAlbum coming, summer's ours cocksuckers\nTrue Story, BX Burough, Uh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.73] (Remy Martin)\n[00:01.28] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:02.93] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:04.90] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:06.62] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:08.33] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:09.28] Check it\n[00:09.57] (Verse One: Remy Martin)\n[00:09.95] You see the girl get it popping like no other\n[00:12.29] Now they call me Streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter\n[00:15.43] My flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game\n[00:18.67] but none of y'all lame dudes going to fuck her\n[00:21.06] I'm on some chill shit\n[00:22.15] But if you fronting then I will flip\n[00:24.03] I'll give it to a little chick real quick\n[00:25.85] Oh you a real bitch? You ain't a bit real\n[00:28.24] You got little tits and your face looks like Emmitt Till\n[00:31.10] First I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal\n[00:33.66] My budget none stop, mine paying 10 mills\n[00:36.17] And when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood\n[00:37.81] smoke Vanilla dutches and stuff on Holly-a-wood\n[00:40.78] And if I, pollyin the dick it's got to be good\n[00:43.75] I tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could\n[00:46.31] And now I got him good, he believes me and he should\n[00:48.83] Some dudes won't go down but a lot of them would\n[00:51.31] I know this nigga name, Eat-it-out, he like to eat it out\n[00:54.57] I just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out (Damn!)\n[00:57.29] Oh God its Remy Martin\n[00:59.19] In a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets\n[01:01.79] Nigga!\n[01:02.52] (Hook: Remy Martin)\n[01:03.03] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:04.98] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:07.05] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:08.54] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:10.60] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:11.60] (Remy)\n[01:12.12] Oh God!\n[01:13.08] (Verse Two: Fat Joe)\n[01:13.95] Hot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit (cockpit)\n[01:15.62] Overseas moving ki's like a locksmith (yeah)\n[01:17.72] Rocks from Witsick in the sits of neck (ok)\n[01:20.33] All I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet (ok)\n[01:22.29] Uh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago (noo!)\n[01:25.27] I picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago (noo!)\n[01:27.55] I got cribs better year estates man (man)\n[01:30.74] I'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam (fam)\n[01:33.31] Still niggaz wanna go against Crack (Crack!)\n[01:36.05] But that's like? going against Shaq (Shaq!)\n[01:38.10] And that's too much diesel, I got too much people (people)\n[01:41.58] Motherfuckers, you crazy I'll leave you (leave you!)\n[01:43.56] And I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip\n[01:45.78] But you can find me on the woods now that's a testament\n[01:48.44] Or maybe at a lounge with an extra bitch\n[01:51.08] Eyecandy of the month, God damn she sick!\n[01:53.42] She got a problem, I can help her with that\n[01:56.25] Tell her man that she's fuckin with Crack\n[01:58.16] Bet he won't do nothin (nope)\n[01:59.71] Frontin like he gon' do somethin (nope)\n[02:01.75] Quick to tell you that his whole crew stunting (talk to him!)\n[02:03.75] Talk to me, c'mon\n[02:04.83] (Hook: Remy Martin)\n[02:05.78] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:07.14] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:09.19] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:10.93] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:12.64] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:13.88] Yeah!\n[02:15.15] (Fat Joe)\n[02:17.73] Yeah, feel that right there\n[02:19.53] Nod your head to this shit right here, that real hip-hop right there\n[02:24.28] It's Cook Coke Crack, TS, Remy Mar\n[02:28.16] Album coming, summer's ours cocksuckers\n[02:33.05] True Story, BX Burough, Uh!\n[03:06.27] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 02  Yeah, Yeah, Yeah\n  artist: Terror Squad\n  album: True Story\n  duration_ms: 187455\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Remy Martin)\n  start_ms: 730\n  end_ms: 1280\n- text: Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  start_ms: 1280\n  end_ms: 2930\n- text: Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  start_ms: 2930\n  end_ms: 4900\n- text: Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  start_ms: 4900\n  end_ms: 6620\n- text: Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  start_ms: 6620\n  end_ms: 8330\n- text: Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  start_ms: 8330\n  end_ms: 9280\n- text: Check it\n  start_ms: 9280\n  end_ms: 9570\n- text: '(Verse One: Remy Martin)'\n  start_ms: 9570\n  end_ms: 9950\n- text: You see the girl get it popping like no other\n  start_ms: 9950\n  end_ms: 12290\n- text: Now they call me Streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter\n  start_ms: 12290\n  end_ms: 15430\n- text: My flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game\n  start_ms: 15430\n  end_ms: 18670\n- text: but none of y'all lame dudes going to fuck her\n  start_ms: 18670\n  end_ms: 21060\n- text: I'm on some chill shit\n  start_ms: 21060\n  end_ms: 22150\n- text: But if you fronting then I will flip\n  start_ms: 22150\n  end_ms: 24030\n- text: I'll give it to a little chick real quick\n  start_ms: 24030\n  end_ms: 25850\n- text: Oh you a real bitch? 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You ain't a bit real\nYou got little tits and your face looks like Emmitt Till\nFirst I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal\nMy budget none stop, mine paying 10 mills\nAnd when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood\nSmoke Vanilla dutches and stuff on Holly-a-wood\nAnd if I, pollyin the dick it's got to be good\nI tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could\nAnd now I got him good, he believes me and he should\nSome dudes won't go down but a lot of them would\nI know this nigga name, Eat-it-out, he like to eat it out\nI just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out (Damn!)\nOh God its Remy Martin\nIn a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets\nNigga!\n\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah\n\nOh God!\n\nHot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit (cockpit)\nOverseas moving ki's like a locksmith (yeah)\nRocks from Witsick in the sits of neck (ok)\nAll I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet (ok)\nUh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago (noo!)\nI picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago (noo!)\nI got cribs better year estates man (man)\nI'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam (fam)\nStill niggas wanna go against Crack (Crack!)\nBut that's like??? going against Shaq (Shaq!)\nAnd that's too much diesel, I got too much people (people)\nMotherfuckers, you crazy I'll leave you (leave you!)\nAnd I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip\nBut you can find me on the woods now that's a testament\nOr maybe at a lounge with an extra bitch\nEyecandy of the month, God damn she sick!\nShe got a problem, I can help her with that\nTell her man that she's fuckin with Crack\nBet he won't do nothin (nope)\nFrontin like he gon' do somethin (nope)\nQuick to tell you that his whole crew stunting (talk to him!)\nTalk to me, c'mon\n\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah\n\nYeah!\n\nYeah, feel that right there\nNod your head to this shit right here, that real hip-hop right there\nIt's Cook Coke Crack, TS, Remy Mar\nAlbum coming, summer's ours cocksuckers\nTrue Story, BX Burough, Uh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.62] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:02.57] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:04.36] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:07.14] Yeah\n[00:08.06] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:08.91] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:09.86] Check it\n[00:10.78] You see the girl get it popping like no other\n[00:11.66] Now they call me Streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter\n[00:15.35] My flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game\n[00:18.04] But none of y'all lame dudes going to fuck her\n[00:20.84] I'm on some chill shit\n[00:21.70] But if you fronting then I will flip\n[00:23.58] I'll give it to a little chick real quick\n[00:25.34] Oh you a real bitch? You ain't a bit real\n[00:28.19] You got little tits and your face looks like Emmitt Till\n[00:30.83] First I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal\n[00:33.58] My budget none stop, mine paying 10 mills\n[00:36.31] And when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood\n[00:38.16] Smoke Vanilla dutches and stuff on Holly-a-wood\n[00:40.85] And if I, pollyin the dick it's got to be good\n[00:43.66] I tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could\n[00:45.42] And now I got him good, he believes me and he should\n[00:48.15] Some dudes won't go down but a lot of them would\n[00:50.93] I know this nigga name, Eat-it-out, he like to eat it out\n[00:54.52] I just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out (Damn!)\n[00:56.34] Oh God its Remy Martin\n[00:59.10] In a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets\n[01:01.80] Nigga!\n[01:02.71] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:04.53] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:06.43] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:09.19] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:10.98] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:12.87] Oh God!\n[01:13.76] Hot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit (cockpit)\n[01:15.50] Overseas moving ki's like a locksmith (yeah)\n[01:17.33] Rocks from Witsick in the sits of neck (ok)\n[01:20.04] All I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet (ok)\n[01:21.96] Uh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago (noo!)\n[01:25.59] I picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago (noo!)\n[01:28.28] I got cribs better year estates man (man)\n[01:31.90] I'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam (fam)\n[01:32.89] Still niggas wanna go against Crack (Crack!)\n[01:35.56] But that's like??? going against Shaq (Shaq!)\n[01:38.34] And that's too much diesel, I got too much people (people)\n[01:41.09] Motherfuckers, you crazy I'll leave you (leave you!)\n[01:43.79] And I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip\n[01:47.43] But you can find me on the woods now that's a testament\n[01:48.30] Or maybe at a lounge with an extra bitch\n[01:51.06] Eyecandy of the month, God damn she sick!\n[01:53.79] She got a problem, I can help her with that\n[01:56.57] Tell her man that she's fuckin with Crack\n[01:58.39] Bet he won't do nothin (nope)\n[01:59.24] Frontin like he gon' do somethin (nope)\n[02:01.90] Quick to tell you that his whole crew stunting (talk to him!)\n[02:02.81] Talk to me, c'mon\n[02:04.79] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:06.51] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:08.32] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:10.10] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:12.03] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:12.95] Yeah!\n[02:14.71] Yeah, feel that right there\n[02:19.22] Nod your head to this shit right here, that real hip-hop right there\n[02:23.82] It's Cook Coke Crack, TS, Remy Mar\n[02:27.46] Album coming, summer's ours cocksuckers\n[02:32.92] True Story, BX Burough, Uh!\n[02:37.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Yeah, Yeah, Yeah feat. 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Remy & Fat Joe","trackName":"Yeah Yeah Yeah ft. Remy & Fat Joe","artistName":"Terror Squad","albumName":"True Story","duration":187.454694,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah\nCheck it\n\nYou see the girl get it popping like no other\nNow they call me Streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter\nMy flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game\nBut none of y'all lame dudes going to fuck her\nI'm on some chill shit\nBut if you fronting then I will flip\nI'll give it to a little chick real quick\nOh you a real bitch? You ain't a bit real\nYou got little tits and your face looks like Emmitt Till\nFirst I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal\nMy budget none stop, mine paying 10 mills\nAnd when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood\nSmoke Vanilla dutches and stuff on Holly-a-wood\nAnd if I, pollyin the dick it's got to be good\nI tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could\nAnd now I got him good, he believes me and he should\nSome dudes won't go down but a lot of them would\nI know this nigga name, Eat-it-out, he like to eat it out\nI just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out (Damn!)\nOh God its Remy Martin\nIn a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets\nNigga!\n\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah\n\nOh God!\n\nHot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit (cockpit)\nOverseas moving ki's like a locksmith (yeah)\nRocks from Witsick in the sits of neck (ok)\nAll I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet (ok)\nUh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago (noo!)\nI picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago (noo!)\nI got cribs better year estates man (man)\nI'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam (fam)\nStill niggas wanna go against Crack (Crack!)\nBut that's like??? going against Shaq (Shaq!)\nAnd that's too much diesel, I got too much people (people)\nMotherfuckers, you crazy I'll leave you (leave you!)\nAnd I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip\nBut you can find me on the woods now that's a testament\nOr maybe at a lounge with an extra bitch\nEyecandy of the month, God damn she sick!\nShe got a problem, I can help her with that\nTell her man that she's fuckin with Crack\nBet he won't do nothin (nope)\nFrontin like he gon' do somethin (nope)\nQuick to tell you that his whole crew stunting (talk to him!)\nTalk to me, c'mon\n\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\nYeah yeah yeah yeah\n\nYeah!\n\nYeah, feel that right there\nNod your head to this shit right here, that real hip-hop right there\nIt's Cook Coke Crack, TS, Remy Mar\nAlbum coming, summer's ours cocksuckers\nTrue Story, BX Burough, Uh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.62] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:02.57] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:04.36] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:07.14] Yeah\n[00:08.06] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:08.91] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:09.86] Check it\n[00:10.78] You see the girl get it popping like no other\n[00:11.66] Now they call me Streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter\n[00:15.35] My flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game\n[00:18.04] But none of y'all lame dudes going to fuck her\n[00:20.84] I'm on some chill shit\n[00:21.70] But if you fronting then I will flip\n[00:23.58] I'll give it to a little chick real quick\n[00:25.34] Oh you a real bitch? You ain't a bit real\n[00:28.19] You got little tits and your face looks like Emmitt Till\n[00:30.83] First I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal\n[00:33.58] My budget none stop, mine paying 10 mills\n[00:36.31] And when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood\n[00:38.16] Smoke Vanilla dutches and stuff on Holly-a-wood\n[00:40.85] And if I, pollyin the dick it's got to be good\n[00:43.66] I tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could\n[00:45.42] And now I got him good, he believes me and he should\n[00:48.15] Some dudes won't go down but a lot of them would\n[00:50.93] I know this nigga name, Eat-it-out, he like to eat it out\n[00:54.52] I just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out (Damn!)\n[00:56.34] Oh God its Remy Martin\n[00:59.10] In a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets\n[01:01.80] Nigga!\n[01:02.71] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:04.53] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:06.43] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:09.19] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:10.98] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:12.87] Oh God!\n[01:13.76] Hot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit (cockpit)\n[01:15.50] Overseas moving ki's like a locksmith (yeah)\n[01:17.33] Rocks from Witsick in the sits of neck (ok)\n[01:20.04] All I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet (ok)\n[01:21.96] Uh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago (noo!)\n[01:25.59] I picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago (noo!)\n[01:28.28] I got cribs better year estates man (man)\n[01:31.90] I'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam (fam)\n[01:32.89] Still niggas wanna go against Crack (Crack!)\n[01:35.56] But that's like??? going against Shaq (Shaq!)\n[01:38.34] And that's too much diesel, I got too much people (people)\n[01:41.09] Motherfuckers, you crazy I'll leave you (leave you!)\n[01:43.79] And I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip\n[01:47.43] But you can find me on the woods now that's a testament\n[01:48.30] Or maybe at a lounge with an extra bitch\n[01:51.06] Eyecandy of the month, God damn she sick!\n[01:53.79] She got a problem, I can help her with that\n[01:56.57] Tell her man that she's fuckin with Crack\n[01:58.39] Bet he won't do nothin (nope)\n[01:59.24] Frontin like he gon' do somethin (nope)\n[02:01.90] Quick to tell you that his whole crew stunting (talk to him!)\n[02:02.81] Talk to me, c'mon\n[02:04.79] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:06.51] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:08.32] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:10.10] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:12.03] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:12.95] Yeah!\n[02:14.71] Yeah, feel that right there\n[02:19.22] Nod your head to this shit right here, that real hip-hop right there\n[02:23.82] It's Cook Coke Crack, TS, Remy Mar\n[02:27.46] Album coming, summer's ours cocksuckers\n[02:32.92] True Story, BX Burough, Uh!\n[02:37.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Yeah Yeah Yeah ft. 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You ain't a bit real\n[00:28.19] You got little tits and your face looks like Emmitt Till\n[00:30.83] First I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal\n[00:33.58] My budget none stop, mine paying 10 mills\n[00:36.31] And when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood\n[00:38.16] Smoke Vanilla dutches and stuff on Holly-a-wood\n[00:40.85] And if I, pollyin the dick it's got to be good\n[00:43.66] I tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could\n[00:45.42] And now I got him good, he believes me and he should\n[00:48.15] Some dudes won't go down but a lot of them would\n[00:50.93] I know this nigga name, Eat-it-out, he like to eat it out\n[00:54.52] I just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out (Damn!)\n[00:56.34] Oh God its Remy Martin\n[00:59.10] In a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets\n[01:01.80] Nigga!\n[01:02.71] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:04.53] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:06.43] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:09.19] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:10.98] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:12.87] Oh God!\n[01:13.76] Hot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit (cockpit)\n[01:15.50] Overseas moving ki's like a locksmith (yeah)\n[01:17.33] Rocks from Witsick in the sits of neck (ok)\n[01:20.04] All I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet (ok)\n[01:21.96] Uh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago (noo!)\n[01:25.59] I picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago (noo!)\n[01:28.28] I got cribs better year estates man (man)\n[01:31.90] I'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam (fam)\n[01:32.89] Still niggas wanna go against Crack (Crack!)\n[01:35.56] But that's like??? going against Shaq (Shaq!)\n[01:38.34] And that's too much diesel, I got too much people (people)\n[01:41.09] Motherfuckers, you crazy I'll leave you (leave you!)\n[01:43.79] And I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip\n[01:47.43] But you can find me on the woods now that's a testament\n[01:48.30] Or maybe at a lounge with an extra bitch\n[01:51.06] Eyecandy of the month, God damn she sick!\n[01:53.79] She got a problem, I can help her with that\n[01:56.57] Tell her man that she's fuckin with Crack\n[01:58.39] Bet he won't do nothin (nope)\n[01:59.24] Frontin like he gon' do somethin (nope)\n[02:01.90] Quick to tell you that his whole crew stunting (talk to him!)\n[02:02.81] Talk to me, c'mon\n[02:04.79] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:06.51] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:08.32] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:10.10] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:12.03] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:12.95] Yeah!\n[02:14.71] Yeah, feel that right there\n[02:19.22] Nod your head to this shit right here, that real hip-hop right there\n[02:23.82] It's Cook Coke Crack, TS, Remy Mar\n[02:27.46] Album coming, summer's ours cocksuckers\n[02:32.92] True Story, BX Burough, Uh!\n[02:37.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Yeah Yeah Yeah\n  artist: Terror Squad feat. 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You ain't a bit real\n[00:28.19] You got little tits and your face looks like Emmitt Till\n[00:30.83] First I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal\n[00:33.58] My budget none stop, mine paying 10 mills\n[00:36.31] And when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood\n[00:38.16] Smoke Vanilla dutches and stuff on Holly-a-wood\n[00:40.85] And if I, pollyin the dick it's got to be good\n[00:43.66] I tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could\n[00:45.42] And now I got him good, he believes me and he should\n[00:48.15] Some dudes won't go down but a lot of them would\n[00:50.93] I know this nigga name, Eat-it-out, he like to eat it out\n[00:54.52] I just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out (Damn!)\n[00:56.34] Oh God its Remy Martin\n[00:59.10] In a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets\n[01:01.80] Nigga!\n[01:02.71] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:04.53] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:06.43] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:09.19] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:10.98] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:12.87] Oh God!\n[01:13.76] Hot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit (cockpit)\n[01:15.50] Overseas moving ki's like a locksmith (yeah)\n[01:17.33] Rocks from Witsick in the sits of neck (ok)\n[01:20.04] All I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet (ok)\n[01:21.96] Uh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago (noo!)\n[01:25.59] I picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago (noo!)\n[01:28.28] I got cribs better year estates man (man)\n[01:31.90] I'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam (fam)\n[01:32.89] Still niggas wanna go against Crack (Crack!)\n[01:35.56] But that's like??? going against Shaq (Shaq!)\n[01:38.34] And that's too much diesel, I got too much people (people)\n[01:41.09] Motherfuckers, you crazy I'll leave you (leave you!)\n[01:43.79] And I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip\n[01:47.43] But you can find me on the woods now that's a testament\n[01:48.30] Or maybe at a lounge with an extra bitch\n[01:51.06] Eyecandy of the month, God damn she sick!\n[01:53.79] She got a problem, I can help her with that\n[01:56.57] Tell her man that she's fuckin with Crack\n[01:58.39] Bet he won't do nothin (nope)\n[01:59.24] Frontin like he gon' do somethin (nope)\n[02:01.90] Quick to tell you that his whole crew stunting (talk to him!)\n[02:02.81] Talk to me, c'mon\n[02:04.79] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:06.51] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:08.32] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:10.10] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:12.03] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[02:12.95] Yeah!\n[02:14.71] Yeah, feel that right there\n[02:19.22] Nod your head to this shit right here, that real hip-hop right there\n[02:23.82] It's Cook Coke Crack, TS, Remy Mar\n[02:27.46] Album coming, summer's ours cocksuckers\n[02:32.92] True Story, BX Burough, Uh!\n[02:37.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Yeah Yeah Yeah\n  artist: Fat Joe, Remy Ma, Terror Squad\n  album: True Story\n  duration_ms: 187000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  start_ms: 1620\n  end_ms: 2570\n- text: Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  start_ms: 2570\n  end_ms: 4360\n- text: Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  start_ms: 4360\n  end_ms: 7140\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 7140\n  end_ms: 8060\n- text: Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  start_ms: 8060\n  end_ms: 8910\n- text: Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  start_ms: 8910\n  end_ms: 9860\n- text: Check it\n  start_ms: 9860\n  end_ms: 10780\n- text: You see the girl get it popping like no other\n  start_ms: 10780\n  end_ms: 11660\n- text: Now they call me Streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter\n  start_ms: 11660\n  end_ms: 15350\n- text: My flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game\n  start_ms: 15350\n  end_ms: 18040\n- text: But none of y'all lame dudes going to fuck her\n  start_ms: 18040\n  end_ms: 20840\n- text: I'm on some chill shit\n  start_ms: 20840\n  end_ms: 21700\n- text: But if you fronting then I will flip\n  start_ms: 21700\n  end_ms: 23580\n- text: I'll give it to a little chick real quick\n  start_ms: 23580\n  end_ms: 25340\n- text: Oh you a real bitch? 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You ain't a bit real\n  You got little tits and your face looks like Emmitt Till\n  First I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal\n  My budget none stop, mine paying 10 mills\n  And when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood\n  Smoke Vanilla dutches and stuff on Holly-a-wood\n  And if I, pollyin the dick it's got to be good\n  I tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could\n  And now I got him good, he believes me and he should\n  Some dudes won't go down but a lot of them would\n  I know this nigga name, Eat-it-out, he like to eat it out\n  I just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out (Damn!)\n  Oh God its Remy Martin\n  In a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets\n  Nigga!\n\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n\n  Oh God!\n\n  Hot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit (cockpit)\n  Overseas moving ki's like a locksmith (yeah)\n  Rocks from Witsick in the sits of neck (ok)\n  All I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet (ok)\n  Uh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago (noo!)\n  I picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago (noo!)\n  I got cribs better year estates man (man)\n  I'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam (fam)\n  Still niggas wanna go against Crack (Crack!)\n  But that's like??? going against Shaq (Shaq!)\n  And that's too much diesel, I got too much people (people)\n  Motherfuckers, you crazy I'll leave you (leave you!)\n  And I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip\n  But you can find me on the woods now that's a testament\n  Or maybe at a lounge with an extra bitch\n  Eyecandy of the month, God damn she sick!\n  She got a problem, I can help her with that\n  Tell her man that she's fuckin with Crack\n  Bet he won't do nothin (nope)\n  Frontin like he gon' do somethin (nope)\n  Quick to tell you that his whole crew stunting (talk to him!)\n  Talk to me, c'mon\n\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n\n  Yeah!\n\n  Yeah, feel that right there\n  Nod your head to this shit right here, that real hip-hop right there\n  It's Cook Coke Crack, TS, Remy Mar\n  Album coming, summer's ours cocksuckers\n  True Story, BX Burough, Uh!\n"}]