[{"id":9402509,"name":"Chaos","trackName":"Chaos","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Firewater","duration":184.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro)\nLet it go!\nOhh, yeah, we got drums\nWoo! Alkahol-iks, let's get it crackin y'all\nAy J-Ro, teach these niggaz how to stunt!\n\n(J-Ro)\nPeople gather round, J-Ro is on arrival\nRaised in the ghetto sing songs called survival\nChillin in my drawers in hotels like the bible\nAlkaholiks, West coast legends is the title\n\n(Tash)\nI can't shoot you with my knife, I can't stab you with my gun\nSo the only thing left is to hit you with the drums\nUh-huh, uhh, we in this bitch no kickin back\nJ-Ro tell these niggaz where the fuck you sippin at\n\n(J-Ro)\nYo, I'm sippin on the dock of the bay, puffin on hay\nUsed to sell bombay and sip Andre\nWest West like Kanye, I got the rhythm like Kwame\nI used to have a crush on Shante\n\n(Tash)\nYo, E-Swift, I don't think that you bent\nBut God damn homeboy, where all the gin went?\nJ-Ro! (Yo I believe that's me)\n(Say what?) You up next on the Hennessy\n\n(J-Ro)\nAnd once you hear the Capital J, rap it'll stay\nin your brain all day, it always happens that way\nI come from L.A., Cali, Eastside of the Valley\nDilly-dally, ran through an alley\n\n(Tash)\nRunnin through an alley in my corduroy flip-flops\nWe drink a lot of beer so it's that West coast hip-hop\nKickbox our way out of trouble, just to bubble\nMeet us at the bar y'all, where everybody love you\n\n(J-Ro)\nYo, my rhymes at parties, took out more MC's than brown Bacardi\nI'm totally gnarly\nStumble through the crowd like excuse me, pardon me\nSip hops and barely 'til I pop an artery\n\n(E-Swift)\nMy beats so fly niggaz try to charter me\nI'm an Alkaholik but that's only one part of me\nMy main man Tash is like Cool Ra-oul\nHe got bitches butt-naked in the swimming pool\n\n(Tash)\nI'm rowdy, I'm cocky, I'm like Jeremy Shockey\nI'm a giant in this game, y'all better back up off me\n\n(E-Swift)\nYou also the most frosty, drink until we saucy\nKeep bitches up all night like black coffee\n\n(J-Ro)\nYeah you know Cinnamon, she hang with crazy Kim and them\nThey always in the club, tryin to take a nigga's Benjamins\n\n(E-Swift)\nFeminine women, we be runnin all up in 'em\nThen we send 'em home broke cause we wouldn't spend a cent on 'em\n\n(Tash)\nAiyyo CaTash a people person, shake hands and kiss babies\nPolitician in my mission, stack grands and spit crazy\n\n(J-Ro)\nI roll with a tight crew like Mushmouth and Russell\nGirls wanna grab my love muscle and suckle\nGot trees in my duffel, get a ride from the airport\nI take the shuttle, no need for rebuttal\n\n(E-Swift)\nHuddle round your speaker, got the system blastin\nAnd we takin everything, it ain't no need for askin\nGot the headbangin beats so nigga pass the aspirin\nWe bumrushin the door in an unorderly fashion\n... This is the year that we cash in\nCatch me in Miami in the sun just baskin\nCatch me in L.A. in the streets just mashin\nThe name is E-Swift, I move quick when I'm dashin\nI'm swift on the cut with my hands when I'm scratchin\nAlkaholiks back, and the legacy's lastin\n{*cuts to fade*}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chaos\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Firewater\n  duration_ms: 184000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Intro)\n  Let it go!\n  Ohh, yeah, we got drums\n  Woo! Alkahol-iks, let's get it crackin y'all\n  Ay J-Ro, teach these niggaz how to stunt!\n\n  (J-Ro)\n  People gather round, J-Ro is on arrival\n  Raised in the ghetto sing songs called survival\n  Chillin in my drawers in hotels like the bible\n  Alkaholiks, West coast legends is the title\n\n  (Tash)\n  I can't shoot you with my knife, I can't stab you with my gun\n  So the only thing left is to hit you with the drums\n  Uh-huh, uhh, we in this bitch no kickin back\n  J-Ro tell these niggaz where the fuck you sippin at\n\n  (J-Ro)\n  Yo, I'm sippin on the dock of the bay, puffin on hay\n  Used to sell bombay and sip Andre\n  West West like Kanye, I got the rhythm like Kwame\n  I used to have a crush on Shante\n\n  (Tash)\n  Yo, E-Swift, I don't think that you bent\n  But God damn homeboy, where all the gin went?\n  J-Ro! (Yo I believe that's me)\n  (Say what?) You up next on the Hennessy\n\n  (J-Ro)\n  And once you hear the Capital J, rap it'll stay\n  in your brain all day, it always happens that way\n  I come from L.A., Cali, Eastside of the Valley\n  Dilly-dally, ran through an alley\n\n  (Tash)\n  Runnin through an alley in my corduroy flip-flops\n  We drink a lot of beer so it's that West coast hip-hop\n  Kickbox our way out of trouble, just to bubble\n  Meet us at the bar y'all, where everybody love you\n\n  (J-Ro)\n  Yo, my rhymes at parties, took out more MC's than brown Bacardi\n  I'm totally gnarly\n  Stumble through the crowd like excuse me, pardon me\n  Sip hops and barely 'til I pop an artery\n\n  (E-Swift)\n  My beats so fly niggaz try to charter me\n  I'm an Alkaholik but that's only one part of me\n  My main man Tash is like Cool Ra-oul\n  He got bitches butt-naked in the swimming pool\n\n  (Tash)\n  I'm rowdy, I'm cocky, I'm like Jeremy Shockey\n  I'm a giant in this game, y'all better back up off me\n\n  (E-Swift)\n  You also the most frosty, drink until we saucy\n  Keep bitches up all night like black coffee\n\n  (J-Ro)\n  Yeah you know Cinnamon, she hang with crazy Kim and them\n  They always in the club, tryin to take a nigga's Benjamins\n\n  (E-Swift)\n  Feminine women, we be runnin all up in 'em\n  Then we send 'em home broke cause we wouldn't spend a cent on 'em\n\n  (Tash)\n  Aiyyo CaTash a people person, shake hands and kiss babies\n  Politician in my mission, stack grands and spit crazy\n\n  (J-Ro)\n  I roll with a tight crew like Mushmouth and Russell\n  Girls wanna grab my love muscle and suckle\n  Got trees in my duffel, get a ride from the airport\n  I take the shuttle, no need for rebuttal\n\n  (E-Swift)\n  Huddle round your speaker, got the system blastin\n  And we takin everything, it ain't no need for askin\n  Got the headbangin beats so nigga pass the aspirin\n  We bumrushin the door in an unorderly fashion\n  ... This is the year that we cash in\n  Catch me in Miami in the sun just baskin\n  Catch me in L.A. in the streets just mashin\n  The name is E-Swift, I move quick when I'm dashin\n  I'm swift on the cut with my hands when I'm scratchin\n  Alkaholiks back, and the legacy's lastin\n  {*cuts to fade*}\n"}]