[{"id":10270855,"name":"Can’t Tell Me Shit","trackName":"Can’t Tell Me Shit","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"21 & Over","duration":243.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One: E-Swift\n\nI stop by the club, cuz it ain't shit else to do it\nI'm on the guestlist, it's E-Swift plus two\nStepped to the bar, cuz, it's a bad habit\nOpen mic night, so, the Liks gots to grab it\nCheck the mic, it sounds tight so\nI guess we might rock the motherfucker all night yo\nThe niggaz went wild, the hoes went crazy\nWe dropped the microphone than we Swayze\n\nTwo: J-Ro\n\nOooh don't I sound great when I down a black eighth\nMy style is much hotter than the enchilada plate\nMy name is James but the girls call me God when I'm humpin\nI should get a gold medal for broad jumpin\nRappers, talkin bout, back to the old school\nYou never shoulda left in the first place fool\nNow everybody wants to be a prophet\nBut I won't quit rhymin bout my dick so get off it\nYou put a rhyme together but I only dismantle it\nSo gimme a high-five cause you juts can't handle it\nIf rap was a swimming pool I'd climb to the top\nPlus a triple-back, hand me the mic and watch the belly flop\nDagnabit, I got a bad habit\nIt don't matter where I'm at I seen a booty and I grab it\nSo niggaz step back before you get lit\nI'm a grown motherfuckin man and you can't tell me shit\n\nrepeat 2X\n\nYou can't tell me shit, you can't tell me a hot damn thing\nYou can't tell me shit, you can't tell me shit\n\nThree: J-Ro\n\nI rock you like Lenny Kravitz, or Nirvana\nI'm puttin suckers on pause like a comma\nI never ape crazy act but I got the yapes a superhero\nfrom the ghetto puttin creases in my capes\n(Up up up and away, J-Ro!)\nI got more hoes than a canyon got echoes\nI'm rougher than Bluto, tougher than a callous\nMy number one football team is Dallas\nCowboys, now boys, can't you see I'm greater than\nYour grandpops is my number one fan\nYou get ran on the court you dribble like Manute Bol\nYou try to take it to the hole *crowd roars* get that shit outta here\nI'm more gifted than Christmas morning\nI pull out a pen and write a rhyme when I'm boning\nMe I'm tripping, let me light my Phillie blunt\nOh there goes my beeper, what the hell do Billy want\n(Yo whassup J?) Man I quit selling weed\n(No I need a funky break) Well I got what you need\n\nFour: J-Ro\n\nYou hittin corners with the Alkies seen you pull-out cuz you great\nThe crew who got another tape that's bumpin harder, save it!\nRhythm and blues blew a fuse, and now it ain't the same\nThey put a lot of Funky Drummers out the game\nThey samplin the fresh hip-hop breaks, just to make a hit\nThat's why to me, R&B, really ain't shit\nSo peace to all the real hip-hop niggyroles\nThe ones who knows about flows and rockin shows\nI wanna say whassup to the ladies\nI gotsta say whassup to the ladies\nFrom the Atlantic, to the Pacific\nI gotsta be specific, they know I'm terrific\nI'm pushin up to the bars, got em screamin Alkahols\nOhh gosh call me Josh cause I'm bringin down the walls\nMC extrordinaire, J-Ro came to set it straight\nI never hesitate to grab the mic and meditate\nIn LA, most niggaz walk the same\nAct the same, talk the same, drive the same\nDress the same, shoot the same, fuck the same\nBut this is Ro and I got my own game\nI drive through lyrics like I'm riding on the freeway\nAnd I don't give rappers, no kind of leeway\nChumps be hittin ejects cause I break necks when I flex\nI be housin mo niggaz than the projects\n\nJ-Ro\n\nYeah, this goes out to King Tee\nDJ Pooh, yo the whole crew\nYo D-Pimp for makin the track\nThat nigga Tash\nDeadly Threat\nThis is J-Ro and E-Swift\nTha Alkaholiks, and it's like that","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Can’t Tell Me Shit\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: 21 & Over\n  duration_ms: 243000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  One: E-Swift\n\n  I stop by the club, cuz it ain't shit else to do it\n  I'm on the guestlist, it's E-Swift plus two\n  Stepped to the bar, cuz, it's a bad habit\n  Open mic night, so, the Liks gots to grab it\n  Check the mic, it sounds tight so\n  I guess we might rock the motherfucker all night yo\n  The niggaz went wild, the hoes went crazy\n  We dropped the microphone than we Swayze\n\n  Two: J-Ro\n\n  Oooh don't I sound great when I down a black eighth\n  My style is much hotter than the enchilada plate\n  My name is James but the girls call me God when I'm humpin\n  I should get a gold medal for broad jumpin\n  Rappers, talkin bout, back to the old school\n  You never shoulda left in the first place fool\n  Now everybody wants to be a prophet\n  But I won't quit rhymin bout my dick so get off it\n  You put a rhyme together but I only dismantle it\n  So gimme a high-five cause you juts can't handle it\n  If rap was a swimming pool I'd climb to the top\n  Plus a triple-back, hand me the mic and watch the belly flop\n  Dagnabit, I got a bad habit\n  It don't matter where I'm at I seen a booty and I grab it\n  So niggaz step back before you get lit\n  I'm a grown motherfuckin man and you can't tell me shit\n\n  repeat 2X\n\n  You can't tell me shit, you can't tell me a hot damn thing\n  You can't tell me shit, you can't tell me shit\n\n  Three: J-Ro\n\n  I rock you like Lenny Kravitz, or Nirvana\n  I'm puttin suckers on pause like a comma\n  I never ape crazy act but I got the yapes a superhero\n  from the ghetto puttin creases in my capes\n  (Up up up and away, J-Ro!)\n  I got more hoes than a canyon got echoes\n  I'm rougher than Bluto, tougher than a callous\n  My number one football team is Dallas\n  Cowboys, now boys, can't you see I'm greater than\n  Your grandpops is my number one fan\n  You get ran on the court you dribble like Manute Bol\n  You try to take it to the hole *crowd roars* get that shit outta here\n  I'm more gifted than Christmas morning\n  I pull out a pen and write a rhyme when I'm boning\n  Me I'm tripping, let me light my Phillie blunt\n  Oh there goes my beeper, what the hell do Billy want\n  (Yo whassup J?) Man I quit selling weed\n  (No I need a funky break) Well I got what you need\n\n  Four: J-Ro\n\n  You hittin corners with the Alkies seen you pull-out cuz you great\n  The crew who got another tape that's bumpin harder, save it!\n  Rhythm and blues blew a fuse, and now it ain't the same\n  They put a lot of Funky Drummers out the game\n  They samplin the fresh hip-hop breaks, just to make a hit\n  That's why to me, R&B, really ain't shit\n  So peace to all the real hip-hop niggyroles\n  The ones who knows about flows and rockin shows\n  I wanna say whassup to the ladies\n  I gotsta say whassup to the ladies\n  From the Atlantic, to the Pacific\n  I gotsta be specific, they know I'm terrific\n  I'm pushin up to the bars, got em screamin Alkahols\n  Ohh gosh call me Josh cause I'm bringin down the walls\n  MC extrordinaire, J-Ro came to set it straight\n  I never hesitate to grab the mic and meditate\n  In LA, most niggaz walk the same\n  Act the same, talk the same, drive the same\n  Dress the same, shoot the same, fuck the same\n  But this is Ro and I got my own game\n  I drive through lyrics like I'm riding on the freeway\n  And I don't give rappers, no kind of leeway\n  Chumps be hittin ejects cause I break necks when I flex\n  I be housin mo niggaz than the projects\n\n  J-Ro\n\n  Yeah, this goes out to King Tee\n  DJ Pooh, yo the whole crew\n  Yo D-Pimp for makin the track\n  That nigga Tash\n  Deadly Threat\n  This is J-Ro and E-Swift\n  Tha Alkaholiks, and it's like that\n"},{"id":9402413,"name":"Can't Tell Me Shit","trackName":"Can't Tell Me Shit","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Bar Tab 2","duration":243.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One: E-Swift\n\nI stop by the club, cuz it ain't shit else to do it\nI'm on the guestlist, it's E-Swift plus two\nStepped to the bar, cuz, it's a bad habit\nOpen mic night, so, the Liks gots to grab it\nCheck the mic, it sounds tight so\nI guess we might rock the motherfucker all night yo\nThe niggaz went wild, the hoes went crazy\nWe dropped the microphone than we Swayze\n\nTwo: J-Ro\n\nOooh don't I sound great when I down a black eighth\nMy style is much hotter than the enchilada plate\nMy name is James but the girls call me God when I'm humpin\nI should get a gold medal for broad jumpin\nRappers, talkin bout, back to the old school\nYou never shoulda left in the first place fool\nNow everybody wants to be a prophet\nBut I won't quit rhymin bout my dick so get off it\nYou put a rhyme together but I only dismantle it\nSo gimme a high-five cause you juts can't handle it\nIf rap was a swimming pool I'd climb to the top\nPlus a triple-back, hand me the mic and watch the belly flop\nDagnabit, I got a bad habit\nIt don't matter where I'm at I seen a booty and I grab it\nSo niggaz step back before you get lit\nI'm a grown motherfuckin man and you can't tell me shit\n\nrepeat 2X\n\nYou can't tell me shit, you can't tell me a hot damn thing\nYou can't tell me shit, you can't tell me shit\n\nThree: J-Ro\n\nI rock you like Lenny Kravitz, or Nirvana\nI'm puttin suckers on pause like a comma\nI never ape crazy act but I got the yapes a superhero\nfrom the ghetto puttin creases in my capes\n(Up up up and away, J-Ro!)\nI got more hoes than a canyon got echoes\nI'm rougher than Bluto, tougher than a callous\nMy number one football team is Dallas\nCowboys, now boys, can't you see I'm greater than\nYour grandpops is my number one fan\nYou get ran on the court you dribble like Manute Bol\nYou try to take it to the hole *crowd roars* get that shit outta here\nI'm more gifted than Christmas morning\nI pull out a pen and write a rhyme when I'm boning\nMe I'm tripping, let me light my Phillie blunt\nOh there goes my beeper, what the hell do Billy want\n(Yo whassup J?) Man I quit selling weed\n(No I need a funky break) Well I got what you need\n\nFour: J-Ro\n\nYou hittin corners with the Alkies seen you pull-out cuz you great\nThe crew who got another tape that's bumpin harder, save it!\nRhythm and blues blew a fuse, and now it ain't the same\nThey put a lot of Funky Drummers out the game\nThey samplin the fresh hip-hop breaks, just to make a hit\nThat's why to me, R&B, really ain't shit\nSo peace to all the real hip-hop niggyroles\nThe ones who knows about flows and rockin shows\nI wanna say whassup to the ladies\nI gotsta say whassup to the ladies\nFrom the Atlantic, to the Pacific\nI gotsta be specific, they know I'm terrific\nI'm pushin up to the bars, got em screamin Alkahols\nOhh gosh call me Josh cause I'm bringin down the walls\nMC extrordinaire, J-Ro came to set it straight\nI never hesitate to grab the mic and meditate\nIn LA, most niggaz walk the same\nAct the same, talk the same, drive the same\nDress the same, shoot the same, fuck the same\nBut this is Ro and I got my own game\nI drive through lyrics like I'm riding on the freeway\nAnd I don't give rappers, no kind of leeway\nChumps be hittin ejects cause I break necks when I flex\nI be housin mo niggaz than the projects\n\nJ-Ro\n\nYeah, this goes out to King Tee\nDJ Pooh, yo the whole crew\nYo D-Pimp for makin the track\nThat nigga Tash\nDeadly Threat\nThis is J-Ro and E-Swift\nTha Alkaholiks, and it's like that","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Can't Tell Me Shit\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Bar Tab 2\n  duration_ms: 243000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  One: E-Swift\n\n  I stop by the club, cuz it ain't shit else to do it\n  I'm on the guestlist, it's E-Swift plus two\n  Stepped to the bar, cuz, it's a bad habit\n  Open mic night, so, the Liks gots to grab it\n  Check the mic, it sounds tight so\n  I guess we might rock the motherfucker all night yo\n  The niggaz went wild, the hoes went crazy\n  We dropped the microphone than we Swayze\n\n  Two: J-Ro\n\n  Oooh don't I sound great when I down a black eighth\n  My style is much hotter than the enchilada plate\n  My name is James but the girls call me God when I'm humpin\n  I should get a gold medal for broad jumpin\n  Rappers, talkin bout, back to the old school\n  You never shoulda left in the first place fool\n  Now everybody wants to be a prophet\n  But I won't quit rhymin bout my dick so get off it\n  You put a rhyme together but I only dismantle it\n  So gimme a high-five cause you juts can't handle it\n  If rap was a swimming pool I'd climb to the top\n  Plus a triple-back, hand me the mic and watch the belly flop\n  Dagnabit, I got a bad habit\n  It don't matter where I'm at I seen a booty and I grab it\n  So niggaz step back before you get lit\n  I'm a grown motherfuckin man and you can't tell me shit\n\n  repeat 2X\n\n  You can't tell me shit, you can't tell me a hot damn thing\n  You can't tell me shit, you can't tell me shit\n\n  Three: J-Ro\n\n  I rock you like Lenny Kravitz, or Nirvana\n  I'm puttin suckers on pause like a comma\n  I never ape crazy act but I got the yapes a superhero\n  from the ghetto puttin creases in my capes\n  (Up up up and away, J-Ro!)\n  I got more hoes than a canyon got echoes\n  I'm rougher than Bluto, tougher than a callous\n  My number one football team is Dallas\n  Cowboys, now boys, can't you see I'm greater than\n  Your grandpops is my number one fan\n  You get ran on the court you dribble like Manute Bol\n  You try to take it to the hole *crowd roars* get that shit outta here\n  I'm more gifted than Christmas morning\n  I pull out a pen and write a rhyme when I'm boning\n  Me I'm tripping, let me light my Phillie blunt\n  Oh there goes my beeper, what the hell do Billy want\n  (Yo whassup J?) Man I quit selling weed\n  (No I need a funky break) Well I got what you need\n\n  Four: J-Ro\n\n  You hittin corners with the Alkies seen you pull-out cuz you great\n  The crew who got another tape that's bumpin harder, save it!\n  Rhythm and blues blew a fuse, and now it ain't the same\n  They put a lot of Funky Drummers out the game\n  They samplin the fresh hip-hop breaks, just to make a hit\n  That's why to me, R&B, really ain't shit\n  So peace to all the real hip-hop niggyroles\n  The ones who knows about flows and rockin shows\n  I wanna say whassup to the ladies\n  I gotsta say whassup to the ladies\n  From the Atlantic, to the Pacific\n  I gotsta be specific, they know I'm terrific\n  I'm pushin up to the bars, got em screamin Alkahols\n  Ohh gosh call me Josh cause I'm bringin down the walls\n  MC extrordinaire, J-Ro came to set it straight\n  I never hesitate to grab the mic and meditate\n  In LA, most niggaz walk the same\n  Act the same, talk the same, drive the same\n  Dress the same, shoot the same, fuck the same\n  But this is Ro and I got my own game\n  I drive through lyrics like I'm riding on the freeway\n  And I don't give rappers, no kind of leeway\n  Chumps be hittin ejects cause I break necks when I flex\n  I be housin mo niggaz than the projects\n\n  J-Ro\n\n  Yeah, this goes out to King Tee\n  DJ Pooh, yo the whole crew\n  Yo D-Pimp for makin the track\n  That nigga Tash\n  Deadly Threat\n  This is J-Ro and E-Swift\n  Tha Alkaholiks, and it's like that\n"},{"id":33629665,"name":"Can't Tell Me Shit","trackName":"Can't Tell Me Shit","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"21 and Over","duration":243.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One: E-Swift\n\nI stop by the club, cuz it ain't shit else to do it\nI'm on the guestlist, it's E-Swift plus two\nStepped to the bar, cuz, it's a bad habit\nOpen mic night, so, the Liks gots to grab it\nCheck the mic, it sounds tight so\nI guess we might rock the motherfucker all night yo\nThe niggaz went wild, the hoes went crazy\nWe dropped the microphone than we Swayze\n\nTwo: J-Ro\n\nOooh don't I sound great when I down a black eighth\nMy style is much hotter than the enchilada plate\nMy name is James but the girls call me God when I'm humpin\nI should get a gold medal for broad jumpin\nRappers, talkin bout, back to the old school\nYou never shoulda left in the first place fool\nNow everybody wants to be a prophet\nBut I won't quit rhymin bout my dick so get off it\nYou put a rhyme together but I only dismantle it\nSo gimme a high-five cause you juts can't handle it\nIf rap was a swimming pool I'd climb to the top\nPlus a triple-back, hand me the mic and watch the belly flop\nDagnabit, I got a bad habit\nIt don't matter where I'm at I seen a booty and I grab it\nSo niggaz step back before you get lit\nI'm a grown motherfuckin man and you can't tell me shit\n\nrepeat 2X\n\nYou can't tell me shit, you can't tell me a hot damn thing\nYou can't tell me shit, you can't tell me shit\n\nThree: J-Ro\n\nI rock you like Lenny Kravitz, or Nirvana\nI'm puttin suckers on pause like a comma\nI never ape crazy act but I got the yapes a superhero\nfrom the ghetto puttin creases in my capes\n(Up up up and away, J-Ro!)\nI got more hoes than a canyon got echoes\nI'm rougher than Bluto, tougher than a callous\nMy number one football team is Dallas\nCowboys, now boys, can't you see I'm greater than\nYour grandpops is my number one fan\nYou get ran on the court you dribble like Manute Bol\nYou try to take it to the hole *crowd roars* get that shit outta here\nI'm more gifted than Christmas morning\nI pull out a pen and write a rhyme when I'm boning\nMe I'm tripping, let me light my Phillie blunt\nOh there goes my beeper, what the hell do Billy want\n(Yo whassup J?) Man I quit selling weed\n(No I need a funky break) Well I got what you need\n\nFour: J-Ro\n\nYou hittin corners with the Alkies seen you pull-out cuz you great\nThe crew who got another tape that's bumpin harder, save it!\nRhythm and blues blew a fuse, and now it ain't the same\nThey put a lot of Funky Drummers out the game\nThey samplin the fresh hip-hop breaks, just to make a hit\nThat's why to me, R&B, really ain't shit\nSo peace to all the real hip-hop niggyroles\nThe ones who knows about flows and rockin shows\nI wanna say whassup to the ladies\nI gotsta say whassup to the ladies\nFrom the Atlantic, to the Pacific\nI gotsta be specific, they know I'm terrific\nI'm pushin up to the bars, got em screamin Alkahols\nOhh gosh call me Josh cause I'm bringin down the walls\nMC extrordinaire, J-Ro came to set it straight\nI never hesitate to grab the mic and meditate\nIn LA, most niggaz walk the same\nAct the same, talk the same, drive the same\nDress the same, shoot the same, fuck the same\nBut this is Ro and I got my own game\nI drive through lyrics like I'm riding on the freeway\nAnd I don't give rappers, no kind of leeway\nChumps be hittin ejects cause I break necks when I flex\nI be housin mo niggaz than the projects\n\nJ-Ro\n\nYeah, this goes out to King Tee\nDJ Pooh, yo the whole crew\nYo D-Pimp for makin the track\nThat nigga Tash\nDeadly Threat\nThis is J-Ro and E-Swift\nTha Alkaholiks, and it's like that","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Can't Tell Me Shit\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: 21 and Over\n  duration_ms: 243000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  One: E-Swift\n\n  I stop by the club, cuz it ain't shit else to do it\n  I'm on the guestlist, it's E-Swift plus two\n  Stepped to the bar, cuz, it's a bad habit\n  Open mic night, so, the Liks gots to grab it\n  Check the mic, it sounds tight so\n  I guess we might rock the motherfucker all night yo\n  The niggaz went wild, the hoes went crazy\n  We dropped the microphone than we Swayze\n\n  Two: J-Ro\n\n  Oooh don't I sound great when I down a black eighth\n  My style is much hotter than the enchilada plate\n  My name is James but the girls call me God when I'm humpin\n  I should get a gold medal for broad jumpin\n  Rappers, talkin bout, back to the old school\n  You never shoulda left in the first place fool\n  Now everybody wants to be a prophet\n  But I won't quit rhymin bout my dick so get off it\n  You put a rhyme together but I only dismantle it\n  So gimme a high-five cause you juts can't handle it\n  If rap was a swimming pool I'd climb to the top\n  Plus a triple-back, hand me the mic and watch the belly flop\n  Dagnabit, I got a bad habit\n  It don't matter where I'm at I seen a booty and I grab it\n  So niggaz step back before you get lit\n  I'm a grown motherfuckin man and you can't tell me shit\n\n  repeat 2X\n\n  You can't tell me shit, you can't tell me a hot damn thing\n  You can't tell me shit, you can't tell me shit\n\n  Three: J-Ro\n\n  I rock you like Lenny Kravitz, or Nirvana\n  I'm puttin suckers on pause like a comma\n  I never ape crazy act but I got the yapes a superhero\n  from the ghetto puttin creases in my capes\n  (Up up up and away, J-Ro!)\n  I got more hoes than a canyon got echoes\n  I'm rougher than Bluto, tougher than a callous\n  My number one football team is Dallas\n  Cowboys, now boys, can't you see I'm greater than\n  Your grandpops is my number one fan\n  You get ran on the court you dribble like Manute Bol\n  You try to take it to the hole *crowd roars* get that shit outta here\n  I'm more gifted than Christmas morning\n  I pull out a pen and write a rhyme when I'm boning\n  Me I'm tripping, let me light my Phillie blunt\n  Oh there goes my beeper, what the hell do Billy want\n  (Yo whassup J?) Man I quit selling weed\n  (No I need a funky break) Well I got what you need\n\n  Four: J-Ro\n\n  You hittin corners with the Alkies seen you pull-out cuz you great\n  The crew who got another tape that's bumpin harder, save it!\n  Rhythm and blues blew a fuse, and now it ain't the same\n  They put a lot of Funky Drummers out the game\n  They samplin the fresh hip-hop breaks, just to make a hit\n  That's why to me, R&B, really ain't shit\n  So peace to all the real hip-hop niggyroles\n  The ones who knows about flows and rockin shows\n  I wanna say whassup to the ladies\n  I gotsta say whassup to the ladies\n  From the Atlantic, to the Pacific\n  I gotsta be specific, they know I'm terrific\n  I'm pushin up to the bars, got em screamin Alkahols\n  Ohh gosh call me Josh cause I'm bringin down the walls\n  MC extrordinaire, J-Ro came to set it straight\n  I never hesitate to grab the mic and meditate\n  In LA, most niggaz walk the same\n  Act the same, talk the same, drive the same\n  Dress the same, shoot the same, fuck the same\n  But this is Ro and I got my own game\n  I drive through lyrics like I'm riding on the freeway\n  And I don't give rappers, no kind of leeway\n  Chumps be hittin ejects cause I break necks when I flex\n  I be housin mo niggaz than the projects\n\n  J-Ro\n\n  Yeah, this goes out to King Tee\n  DJ Pooh, yo the whole crew\n  Yo D-Pimp for makin the track\n  That nigga Tash\n  Deadly Threat\n  This is J-Ro and E-Swift\n  Tha Alkaholiks, and it's like that\n"}]