[{"id":2717010,"name":"Feel the Real","trackName":"Feel the Real","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Likwidation","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, who we got? Check it out, aiyyo\nAiyyo, givin' the women somethin' they can feel, who we got?\nWe got, we got, we got, we got, we got tha liks\nIf y? all niggaz can? t feel me, then y? all niggaz ain? t real\n\nAh, ha, ha, I see the whole Likwid crew is up in this motherfucker\nPosted gettin' toasted, I know them niggaz don? t dig this shit\nWith these women out here but yo check it out\nWe can? t make every song hardcore\n(Can you feel this?)\n\nBut we definitely ain? t gonna make no soft shit\nIf y? all niggaz can? t feel me, then y? all niggaz ain? t real\nSo feel the real\n\nFeel the realness of the brother that leaves the women wide\nWith rough words of pleasure that they boyfriend can? t provide\n'Cause while they niggaz think they slick, fuckin' down low tricks\nI got the finest hoes in Cali fightin' over this dick\n\nBut I? ma single nigga lust, so nobody gets hurt\nNo one is alerted 'cause they heard that I flirted\nUnlike these niggaz that you claimin' is your only\nThat be in the wind at night while you watchin' TV lonely\n\nBut phony shit is what relationships bring\nThat? s why you lookin' at my fingers but you see no rings\nJust a fist full of digits and a forty ounce of miller\n'Cause the last girl I had that bitch made me wanna kill her\n\nOn that shit, tryin' to sniff my clothes\nSwearin' up and down I was out coolin' with hoes\nBut yo Rico knows, what it means to be committed\nAnd when I claim you as my beyatch I go all the way with it\n\nAnd that? s the real and that? s the real\n(Tell me can you feel this?)\nIf y? all niggaz can? t feel me, then y? all niggaz ain? t real\nSo all the ladies in the place can know, that? s the real\n(Can you feel this?)\nUh, that? s the real, if y? all niggaz can? t feel me, then y? all niggaz ain? t real\n(Ah one two)\n\nI thought she was the one for me, only for my eyes to see\nSometimes I let her cry but she? s a lady\nBut most of the time I kept that bitch happy\nKept her toe nails painted and her hair from gettin' nappy\n\nIt was a rainy cold weatherly winter\nI met this broad at the Beverly center\nI stepped to the hottie with the body, nuttin' to it\nI said, \"I like the Nike? s baby\", can we just do it?\n\nWhat would it cost to be J-Ro apostrophe's\nYes, yes damn you blessed\nWith fat ass with no ripples, tools big like hipple?\nIt? s tha liks six baby, baby on them nipples?\nShe just smiled and said? ooh you need to quit it\n(Damn bro, all we wanna know is did you get it)\nWhat?\n\nShit, I hit it, from all the angles\nSwingin' my thing like the California Angels\nThings got serious as much time was spent\nI said, \"Fuck it, let? s split the rent on this apartment\"\n\nTwo years together quickly turned into four\nThe tears began to pour when I had to go on tour\nTwo months later, I walk back through the door\nThe bitch is butt naked with some nigga on my floor\n\nDamn, I didn? t know I had a hot one\nWent to my room and grabbed my shotgun\n(Ah, chill)\nI coulda, shoulda but if I woulda\nI wouldn? t be here today\n\nShe tried to make me think everything could be the same\nBut she ran too much game on my 511? frame\nI coulda, shoulda but if I woulda you know the consequences\nI coulda, shoulda but if I woulda that? s what I hate bitches\n(Just chill nigga, I know you feel this)\n\nIf y? all niggaz can? t feel me then y? all niggaz ain? t real\nIf y? all niggaz can? t feel me then y? all niggaz ain? t real\nIf y? all niggaz can? t feel me then y? all niggaz ain? t real\n...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Feel the Real\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Likwidation\n  duration_ms: 277000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, who we got? Check it out, aiyyo\n  Aiyyo, givin' the women somethin' they can feel, who we got?\n  We got, we got, we got, we got, we got tha liks\n  If y? all niggaz can? t feel me, then y? all niggaz ain? t real\n\n  Ah, ha, ha, I see the whole Likwid crew is up in this motherfucker\n  Posted gettin' toasted, I know them niggaz don? t dig this shit\n  With these women out here but yo check it out\n  We can? t make every song hardcore\n  (Can you feel this?)\n\n  But we definitely ain? t gonna make no soft shit\n  If y? all niggaz can? t feel me, then y? all niggaz ain? t real\n  So feel the real\n\n  Feel the realness of the brother that leaves the women wide\n  With rough words of pleasure that they boyfriend can? t provide\n  'Cause while they niggaz think they slick, fuckin' down low tricks\n  I got the finest hoes in Cali fightin' over this dick\n\n  But I? ma single nigga lust, so nobody gets hurt\n  No one is alerted 'cause they heard that I flirted\n  Unlike these niggaz that you claimin' is your only\n  That be in the wind at night while you watchin' TV lonely\n\n  But phony shit is what relationships bring\n  That? s why you lookin' at my fingers but you see no rings\n  Just a fist full of digits and a forty ounce of miller\n  'Cause the last girl I had that bitch made me wanna kill her\n\n  On that shit, tryin' to sniff my clothes\n  Swearin' up and down I was out coolin' with hoes\n  But yo Rico knows, what it means to be committed\n  And when I claim you as my beyatch I go all the way with it\n\n  And that? s the real and that? s the real\n  (Tell me can you feel this?)\n  If y? all niggaz can? t feel me, then y? all niggaz ain? t real\n  So all the ladies in the place can know, that? s the real\n  (Can you feel this?)\n  Uh, that? s the real, if y? all niggaz can? t feel me, then y? all niggaz ain? t real\n  (Ah one two)\n\n  I thought she was the one for me, only for my eyes to see\n  Sometimes I let her cry but she? s a lady\n  But most of the time I kept that bitch happy\n  Kept her toe nails painted and her hair from gettin' nappy\n\n  It was a rainy cold weatherly winter\n  I met this broad at the Beverly center\n  I stepped to the hottie with the body, nuttin' to it\n  I said, \"I like the Nike? s baby\", can we just do it?\n\n  What would it cost to be J-Ro apostrophe's\n  Yes, yes damn you blessed\n  With fat ass with no ripples, tools big like hipple?\n  It? s tha liks six baby, baby on them nipples?\n  She just smiled and said? ooh you need to quit it\n  (Damn bro, all we wanna know is did you get it)\n  What?\n\n  Shit, I hit it, from all the angles\n  Swingin' my thing like the California Angels\n  Things got serious as much time was spent\n  I said, \"Fuck it, let? s split the rent on this apartment\"\n\n  Two years together quickly turned into four\n  The tears began to pour when I had to go on tour\n  Two months later, I walk back through the door\n  The bitch is butt naked with some nigga on my floor\n\n  Damn, I didn? t know I had a hot one\n  Went to my room and grabbed my shotgun\n  (Ah, chill)\n  I coulda, shoulda but if I woulda\n  I wouldn? t be here today\n\n  She tried to make me think everything could be the same\n  But she ran too much game on my 511? frame\n  I coulda, shoulda but if I woulda you know the consequences\n  I coulda, shoulda but if I woulda that? s what I hate bitches\n  (Just chill nigga, I know you feel this)\n\n  If y? all niggaz can? t feel me then y? all niggaz ain? t real\n  If y? all niggaz can? t feel me then y? all niggaz ain? t real\n  If y? all niggaz can? t feel me then y? all niggaz ain? t real\n  ...\n"},{"id":2717011,"name":"Feel the Real (Produced by E-Swift)","trackName":"Feel the Real (Produced by E-Swift)","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Likwidation","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, who we got? Check it out, aiyyo\nAiyyo, givin' the women somethin' they can feel, who we got?\nWe got, we got, we got, we got, we got tha liks\nIf y? all niggaz can? t feel me, then y? all niggaz ain? t real\n\nAh, ha, ha, I see the whole Likwid crew is up in this motherfucker\nPosted gettin' toasted, I know them niggaz don? t dig this shit\nWith these women out here but yo check it out\nWe can? t make every song hardcore\n(Can you feel this?)\n\nBut we definitely ain? t gonna make no soft shit\nIf y? all niggaz can? t feel me, then y? all niggaz ain? t real\nSo feel the real\n\nFeel the realness of the brother that leaves the women wide\nWith rough words of pleasure that they boyfriend can? t provide\n'Cause while they niggaz think they slick, fuckin' down low tricks\nI got the finest hoes in Cali fightin' over this dick\n\nBut I? ma single nigga lust, so nobody gets hurt\nNo one is alerted 'cause they heard that I flirted\nUnlike these niggaz that you claimin' is your only\nThat be in the wind at night while you watchin' TV lonely\n\nBut phony shit is what relationships bring\nThat? s why you lookin' at my fingers but you see no rings\nJust a fist full of digits and a forty ounce of miller\n'Cause the last girl I had that bitch made me wanna kill her\n\nOn that shit, tryin' to sniff my clothes\nSwearin' up and down I was out coolin' with hoes\nBut yo Rico knows, what it means to be committed\nAnd when I claim you as my beyatch I go all the way with it\n\nAnd that? s the real and that? s the real\n(Tell me can you feel this?)\nIf y? all niggaz can? t feel me, then y? all niggaz ain? t real\nSo all the ladies in the place can know, that? s the real\n(Can you feel this?)\nUh, that? s the real, if y? all niggaz can? t feel me, then y? all niggaz ain? t real\n(Ah one two)\n\nI thought she was the one for me, only for my eyes to see\nSometimes I let her cry but she? s a lady\nBut most of the time I kept that bitch happy\nKept her toe nails painted and her hair from gettin' nappy\n\nIt was a rainy cold weatherly winter\nI met this broad at the Beverly center\nI stepped to the hottie with the body, nuttin' to it\nI said, \"I like the Nike? s baby\", can we just do it?\n\nWhat would it cost to be J-Ro apostrophe's\nYes, yes damn you blessed\nWith fat ass with no ripples, tools big like hipple?\nIt? s tha liks six baby, baby on them nipples?\nShe just smiled and said? ooh you need to quit it\n(Damn bro, all we wanna know is did you get it)\nWhat?\n\nShit, I hit it, from all the angles\nSwingin' my thing like the California Angels\nThings got serious as much time was spent\nI said, \"Fuck it, let? s split the rent on this apartment\"\n\nTwo years together quickly turned into four\nThe tears began to pour when I had to go on tour\nTwo months later, I walk back through the door\nThe bitch is butt naked with some nigga on my floor\n\nDamn, I didn? t know I had a hot one\nWent to my room and grabbed my shotgun\n(Ah, chill)\nI coulda, shoulda but if I woulda\nI wouldn? t be here today\n\nShe tried to make me think everything could be the same\nBut she ran too much game on my 511? frame\nI coulda, shoulda but if I woulda you know the consequences\nI coulda, shoulda but if I woulda that? s what I hate bitches\n(Just chill nigga, I know you feel this)\n\nIf y? all niggaz can? t feel me then y? all niggaz ain? t real\nIf y? all niggaz can? t feel me then y? all niggaz ain? t real\nIf y? all niggaz can? t feel me then y? all niggaz ain? t real\n...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Feel the Real (Produced by E-Swift)\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Likwidation\n  duration_ms: 277000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, who we got? Check it out, aiyyo\n  Aiyyo, givin' the women somethin' they can feel, who we got?\n  We got, we got, we got, we got, we got tha liks\n  If y? all niggaz can? t feel me, then y? all niggaz ain? t real\n\n  Ah, ha, ha, I see the whole Likwid crew is up in this motherfucker\n  Posted gettin' toasted, I know them niggaz don? t dig this shit\n  With these women out here but yo check it out\n  We can? t make every song hardcore\n  (Can you feel this?)\n\n  But we definitely ain? t gonna make no soft shit\n  If y? all niggaz can? t feel me, then y? all niggaz ain? t real\n  So feel the real\n\n  Feel the realness of the brother that leaves the women wide\n  With rough words of pleasure that they boyfriend can? t provide\n  'Cause while they niggaz think they slick, fuckin' down low tricks\n  I got the finest hoes in Cali fightin' over this dick\n\n  But I? ma single nigga lust, so nobody gets hurt\n  No one is alerted 'cause they heard that I flirted\n  Unlike these niggaz that you claimin' is your only\n  That be in the wind at night while you watchin' TV lonely\n\n  But phony shit is what relationships bring\n  That? s why you lookin' at my fingers but you see no rings\n  Just a fist full of digits and a forty ounce of miller\n  'Cause the last girl I had that bitch made me wanna kill her\n\n  On that shit, tryin' to sniff my clothes\n  Swearin' up and down I was out coolin' with hoes\n  But yo Rico knows, what it means to be committed\n  And when I claim you as my beyatch I go all the way with it\n\n  And that? s the real and that? s the real\n  (Tell me can you feel this?)\n  If y? all niggaz can? t feel me, then y? all niggaz ain? t real\n  So all the ladies in the place can know, that? s the real\n  (Can you feel this?)\n  Uh, that? s the real, if y? all niggaz can? t feel me, then y? all niggaz ain? t real\n  (Ah one two)\n\n  I thought she was the one for me, only for my eyes to see\n  Sometimes I let her cry but she? s a lady\n  But most of the time I kept that bitch happy\n  Kept her toe nails painted and her hair from gettin' nappy\n\n  It was a rainy cold weatherly winter\n  I met this broad at the Beverly center\n  I stepped to the hottie with the body, nuttin' to it\n  I said, \"I like the Nike? s baby\", can we just do it?\n\n  What would it cost to be J-Ro apostrophe's\n  Yes, yes damn you blessed\n  With fat ass with no ripples, tools big like hipple?\n  It? s tha liks six baby, baby on them nipples?\n  She just smiled and said? ooh you need to quit it\n  (Damn bro, all we wanna know is did you get it)\n  What?\n\n  Shit, I hit it, from all the angles\n  Swingin' my thing like the California Angels\n  Things got serious as much time was spent\n  I said, \"Fuck it, let? s split the rent on this apartment\"\n\n  Two years together quickly turned into four\n  The tears began to pour when I had to go on tour\n  Two months later, I walk back through the door\n  The bitch is butt naked with some nigga on my floor\n\n  Damn, I didn? t know I had a hot one\n  Went to my room and grabbed my shotgun\n  (Ah, chill)\n  I coulda, shoulda but if I woulda\n  I wouldn? t be here today\n\n  She tried to make me think everything could be the same\n  But she ran too much game on my 511? frame\n  I coulda, shoulda but if I woulda you know the consequences\n  I coulda, shoulda but if I woulda that? s what I hate bitches\n  (Just chill nigga, I know you feel this)\n\n  If y? all niggaz can? t feel me then y? all niggaz ain? t real\n  If y? all niggaz can? t feel me then y? all niggaz ain? t real\n  If y? all niggaz can? t feel me then y? all niggaz ain? t real\n  ...\n"}]