[{"id":7070373,"name":"Hit and Run","trackName":"Hit and Run","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Coast II Coast","duration":346.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(J-Ro)\nI pull up to front with a smash to the ground black duly\nNiggaz in the street gettin wild and unruly\nDigga B was in the front so he let me through the door\nI never get frisked so I pack a forty-four\nStraight to the bar, can I get a rum and coke?\nThe whole club was filled with the indo smoke\nE-Swift was scratchin, Tash was hoe catchin\nI had the latest fashion but my shit wasn't matchin\nSo King Tee was baggin, the nigga Threat was braggin\nBout his brand new, baby boo, fiendin with the rag in\nLorenzo's, but anyway, them hoes was deep\nPeep, E-Swift shoe em how we creep\n\n(E-Swift)\nCheck you out, yeah you baby, up against the wall\nHere's a dollar ten rum and coke, heavy on the alcohol\nStarin at your chest, and I can only guess\nLord have mercy what's up under that Adidas dress\nYo shortay, you're lookin kinda nice\nStick around and watch us rock the mic device\nShe gave me this look like she was puzzled or troubled\nI don't think I'm large so she didn't bust my bubble\nIt's the Liks baby where your girlfriends at\nShe said they got thrown out tryin to sneak in the back\nNo sweat, I'll go out and get em\nHooked it up for Noid and Tash to get with em\nNow we on stage stop the mic from back-feedin\nGot the three hoes in the front row chillin\nThat's how it be when you play high post\nCause all I wanna do is tap that ass and get ghost\n\n(Xzibit)\nThis is how I roll it, I met her at a club last week\nIt was this fly ass freak, I didn't sleep, I got the digits, laid back\nCoolin at the crib one day\nI think I'll call her, we're talkin on thephone for half an hour\nI finally ask her can a nigga come through\nShe talkin bout she ain't dressed I said \"Cool, I'm still comin over\"\nI get there, she's chillin in some undies and a robe\nIce cold, forty down in the freezer\nAnd roll up blunts at my leisure, I play like I believe her\nHow she tellin me she ain't no skeezer\nAn hour later I was breakin her off\nIn each and every position that you can ever put a bitch in\nI got up and then I washed my shit\nAlright bitch, word got her rings then I split\nYeah back to the shade, so I can get my lounge in effect\nXzibit keep the hoes in check, so check\n\nChorus: Repeat 2X\n\nAll I really wanna do\nIs tap that ass 'fore the night is through\nAll I really wanna do\nIs tap that ass and get ghost with the cash\n\n(J-Ro)\nI was drunk as hell-est, I begin to bill for my pray\nThe club reminded me of whylin at the Bush back in the day\nThat's when I seen her, the freak from the diner\nHer name was Nina, or Tina, or was it Regina\nFuck it, the bitch with the tipple bitties and the boomin bass\nI said my name is big game all in her face\nI said for what it's worth, I'm the best on earth\nKickin folls off my turf since the day of my birth\nI got a pocket full of money do you wanna help me spend it\nCan I get in your backfield like Cornelius Bennet\nShe said, \"Mmm, J-Ro yeah!\nJust let me know the time and I'll be there\"\nI said, \"I'm drunk, tired, hoe, for heaven's sake\nLet's go to Larry Parker's for a burger and a shake\"\nWe got to the place I started stuffin my face\nNot a bid did I waste, cause it was good to the taste\nI didn't wanna get stuck so I said, \"What the heck\nI left my money in the truck so won't you pick up the check\"\nAnd the next move, you might think it's tasteless\nBut I gave her a tip and got ghost with the waitress\n\n(Xzibit)\nWe rip shows, and hoes drop clothes backstage it's funny\nThe shit bitches do for money\nOnly jockin on a nigga with his name in lights\nI'd rather kickback relax and play the shades real tight\nYo last time, caught it with this fresh-ass hooker\nKept runnin her mouth about what it last meant to her\nI said, \"Look hon, all I gots is blunts, forties\nA couple of brothers cause I don't know the kids before me\nYou're trippin.\" Dip into the streets to chill\nNigga these days, I'm gettin PJ's, on the freeways\nIt's lovely, I get home, blaze up another drink\nOf somethin kinda stronger, to make the funk last longer\nYo, it's the one and only who welp the bitches\nThinkin they got me but yo they gettin they-self\nI'm a bomb like the stealth, and hit way up above your wealth\nYou felt the vibe when I tapped that ass\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.14] (J-Ro)\n[00:29.22] I pull up to front with a smash to the ground black duly\n[00:31.51] Niggaz in the street gettin wild and unruly\n[00:34.07] Digga B was in the front so he let me through the door\n[00:36.36] I never get frisked so I pack a forty-four\n[00:38.76] Straight to the bar, can I get a rum and coke?\n[00:40.91] The whole club was filled with the indo smoke\n[00:43.37] E-Swift was scratchin, Tash was hoe catchin\n[00:46.22] I had the latest fashion but my shit wasn't matchin\n[00:48.69] So King Tee was baggin, the nigga Threat was braggin\n[00:51.03] Bout his brand new, baby boo, fiendin with the rag in\n[00:53.22] Lorenzo's, but anyway, them hoes was deep\n[00:56.37] Peep, E-Swift shoe em how we creep\n[00:58.29] (E-Swift)\n[00:59.20] Check you out, yeah you baby, up against the wall\n[01:00.81] Here's a dollar ten rum and coke, heavy on the alcohol\n[01:03.12] Starin at your chest, and I can only guess\n[01:06.12] Lord have mercy what's up under that Adidas dress\n[01:08.70] Yo shortay, you're lookin kinda nice\n[01:10.79] Stick around and watch us rock the mic device\n[01:13.06] She gave me this look like she was puzzled or troubled\n[01:15.76] I don't think I'm large so she didn't bust my bubble\n[01:18.25] It's the Liks baby where your girlfriends at\n[01:20.21] She said they got thrown out tryin to sneak in the back\n[01:23.67] No sweat, I'll go out and get em\n[01:25.71] Hooked it up for Noid and Tash to get with em\n[01:28.52] Now we on stage stop the mic from back-feedin\n[01:30.54] Got the three hoes in the front row chillin\n[01:32.84] That's how it be when you play high post\n[01:35.21] Cause all I wanna do is tap that ass and get ghost\n[01:37.85] (Xzibit)\n[01:38.48] This is how I roll it, I met her at a club last week\n[01:40.23] It was this fly ass freak, I didn't sleep, I got the digits, laid back\n[01:42.36] Coolin at the crib one day\n[01:45.15] I think I'll call her, we're talkin on thephone for half an hour\n[01:47.89] I finally ask her can a nigga come through\n[01:50.02] She talkin bout she ain't dressed I said \"Cool, I'm still comin over\"\n[01:53.26] I get there, she's chillin in some undies and a robe\n[01:55.97] Ice cold, forty down in the freezer\n[01:57.75] And roll up blunts at my leisure, I play like I believe her\n[02:00.86] How she tellin me she ain't no skeezer\n[02:02.50] An hour later I was breakin her off\n[02:04.57] In each and every position that you can ever put a bitch in\n[02:07.33] I got up and then I washed my shit\n[02:09.50] Alright bitch, word got her rings then I split\n[02:12.57] Yeah back to the shade, so I can get my lounge in effect\n[02:15.15] Xzibit keep the hoes in check, so check\n[02:17.52] Chorus: Repeat 2X\n[02:18.60] All I really wanna do\n[02:20.05] Is tap that ass 'fore the night is through\n[02:22.51] All I really wanna do\n[02:24.57] Is tap that ass and get ghost with the cash\n[02:36.42] (J-Ro)\n[02:36.96] I was drunk as hell-est, I begin to bill for my pray\n[02:39.18] The club reminded me of whylin at the Bush back in the day\n[02:41.59] That's when I seen her, the freak from the diner\n[02:44.17] Her name was Nina, or Tina, or was it Regina\n[02:46.80] Fuck it, the bitch with the tipple bitties and the boomin bass\n[02:49.53] I said my name is big game all in her face\n[02:51.61] I said for what it's worth, I'm the best on earth\n[02:53.61] Kickin folls off my turf since the day of my birth\n[02:56.08] I got a pocket full of money do you wanna help me spend it\n[02:58.90] Can I get in your backfield like Cornelius Bennet\n[03:01.05] She said, \"Mmm, J-Ro yeah!\n[03:03.65] Just let me know the time and I'll be there\"\n[03:05.95] I said, \"I'm drunk, tired, hoe, for heaven's sake\n[03:09.25] Let's go to Larry Parker's for a burger and a shake\"\n[03:11.38] We got to the place I started stuffin my face\n[03:13.22] Not a bid did I waste, cause it was good to the taste\n[03:15.92] I didn't wanna get stuck so I said, \"What the heck\n[03:18.13] I left my money in the truck so won't you pick up the check\"\n[03:20.78] And the next move, you might think it's tasteless\n[03:23.03] But I gave her a tip and got ghost with the waitress\n[03:25.70] (Xzibit)\n[03:26.62] We rip shows, and hoes drop clothes backstage it's funny\n[03:28.73] The shit bitches do for money\n[03:30.88] Only jockin on a nigga with his name in lights\n[03:32.97] I'd rather kickback relax and play the shades real tight\n[03:35.55] Yo last time, caught it with this fresh-ass hooker\n[03:38.29] Kept runnin her mouth about what it last meant to her\n[03:40.53] I said, \"Look hon, all I gots is blunts, forties\n[03:43.07] A couple of brothers cause I don't know the kids before me\n[03:45.56] You're trippin.\" Dip into the streets to chill\n[03:48.35] Nigga these days, I'm gettin PJ's, on the freeways\n[03:50.33] It's lovely, I get home, blaze up another drink\n[03:53.35] Of somethin kinda stronger, to make the funk last longer\n[03:55.74] Yo, it's the one and only who welp the bitches\n[03:58.40] Thinkin they got me but yo they gettin they-self\n[04:00.46] I'm a bomb like the stealth, and hit way up above your wealth\n[04:02.87] You felt the vibe when I tapped that ass\n[04:05.71] Chorus\n[04:11.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hit and Run\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Coast II Coast\n  duration_ms: 346000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (J-Ro)\n  start_ms: 3140\n  end_ms: 29220\n- text: I pull up to front with a smash to 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tight\n  start_ms: 212970\n  end_ms: 215550\n- text: Yo last time, caught it with this fresh-ass hooker\n  start_ms: 215550\n  end_ms: 218290\n- text: Kept runnin her mouth about what it last meant to her\n  start_ms: 218290\n  end_ms: 220530\n- text: I said, \"Look hon, all I gots is blunts, forties\n  start_ms: 220530\n  end_ms: 223070\n- text: A couple of brothers cause I don't know the kids before me\n  start_ms: 223070\n  end_ms: 225560\n- text: You're trippin.\" Dip into the streets to chill\n  start_ms: 225560\n  end_ms: 228350\n- text: Nigga these days, I'm gettin PJ's, on the freeways\n  start_ms: 228350\n  end_ms: 230330\n- text: It's lovely, I get home, blaze up another drink\n  start_ms: 230330\n  end_ms: 233350\n- text: Of somethin kinda stronger, to make the funk last longer\n  start_ms: 233350\n  end_ms: 235740\n- text: Yo, it's the one and only who welp the bitches\n  start_ms: 235740\n  end_ms: 238400\n- text: Thinkin they got me but yo they gettin they-self\n  start_ms: 238400\n  end_ms: 240460\n- text: I'm a bomb like the stealth, and hit way up above your wealth\n  start_ms: 240460\n  end_ms: 242870\n- text: You felt the vibe when I tapped that ass\n  start_ms: 242870\n  end_ms: 245710\n- text: Chorus\n  start_ms: 245710\n  end_ms: 251580\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 251580\nplain: |-\n  (J-Ro)\n  I pull up to front with a smash to the ground black duly\n  Niggaz in the street gettin wild and unruly\n  Digga B was in the front so he let me through the door\n  I never get frisked so I pack a forty-four\n  Straight to the bar, can I get a rum and coke?\n  The whole club was filled with the indo smoke\n  E-Swift was scratchin, Tash was hoe catchin\n  I had the latest fashion but my shit wasn't matchin\n  So King Tee was baggin, the nigga Threat was braggin\n  Bout his brand new, baby boo, fiendin with the rag in\n  Lorenzo's, but anyway, them hoes was deep\n  Peep, E-Swift shoe em how we creep\n\n  (E-Swift)\n  Check you out, yeah you baby, up against the wall\n  Here's a dollar ten rum and coke, heavy on the alcohol\n  Starin at your chest, and I can only guess\n  Lord have mercy what's up under that Adidas dress\n  Yo shortay, you're lookin kinda nice\n  Stick around and watch us rock the mic device\n  She gave me this look like she was puzzled or troubled\n  I don't think I'm large so she didn't bust my bubble\n  It's the Liks baby where your girlfriends at\n  She said they got thrown out tryin to sneak in the back\n  No sweat, I'll go out and get em\n  Hooked it up for Noid and Tash to get with em\n  Now we on stage stop the mic from back-feedin\n  Got the three hoes in the front row chillin\n  That's how it be when you play high post\n  Cause all I wanna do is tap that ass and get ghost\n\n  (Xzibit)\n  This is how I roll it, I met her at a club last week\n  It was this fly ass freak, I didn't sleep, I got the digits, laid back\n  Coolin at the crib one day\n  I think I'll call her, we're talkin on thephone for half an hour\n  I finally ask her can a nigga come through\n  She talkin bout she ain't dressed I said \"Cool, I'm still comin over\"\n  I get there, she's chillin in some undies and a robe\n  Ice cold, forty down in the freezer\n  And roll up blunts at my leisure, I play like I believe her\n  How she tellin me she ain't no skeezer\n  An hour later I was breakin her off\n  In each and every position that you can ever put a bitch in\n  I got up and then I washed my shit\n  Alright bitch, word got her rings then I split\n  Yeah back to the shade, so I can get my lounge in effect\n  Xzibit keep the hoes in check, so check\n\n  Chorus: Repeat 2X\n\n  All I really wanna do\n  Is tap that ass 'fore the night is through\n  All I really wanna do\n  Is tap that ass and get ghost with the cash\n\n  (J-Ro)\n  I was drunk as hell-est, I begin to bill for my pray\n  The club reminded me of whylin at the Bush back in the day\n  That's when I seen her, the freak from the diner\n  Her name was Nina, or Tina, or was it Regina\n  Fuck it, the bitch with the tipple bitties and the boomin bass\n  I said my name is big game all in her face\n  I said for what it's worth, I'm the best on earth\n  Kickin folls off my turf since the day of my birth\n  I got a pocket full of money do you wanna help me spend it\n  Can I get in your backfield like Cornelius Bennet\n  She said, \"Mmm, J-Ro yeah!\n  Just let me know the time and I'll be there\"\n  I said, \"I'm drunk, tired, hoe, for heaven's sake\n  Let's go to Larry Parker's for a burger and a shake\"\n  We got to the place I started stuffin my face\n  Not a bid did I waste, cause it was good to the taste\n  I didn't wanna get stuck so I said, \"What the heck\n  I left my money in the truck so won't you pick up the check\"\n  And the next move, you might think it's tasteless\n  But I gave her a tip and got ghost with the waitress\n\n  (Xzibit)\n  We rip shows, and hoes drop clothes backstage it's funny\n  The shit bitches do for money\n  Only jockin on a nigga with his name in lights\n  I'd rather kickback relax and play the shades real tight\n  Yo last time, caught it with this fresh-ass hooker\n  Kept runnin her mouth about what it last meant to her\n  I said, \"Look hon, all I gots is blunts, forties\n  A couple of brothers cause I don't know the kids before me\n  You're trippin.\" Dip into the streets to chill\n  Nigga these days, I'm gettin PJ's, on the freeways\n  It's lovely, I get home, blaze up another drink\n  Of somethin kinda stronger, to make the funk last longer\n  Yo, it's the one and only who welp the bitches\n  Thinkin they got me but yo they gettin they-self\n  I'm a bomb like the stealth, and hit way up above your wealth\n  You felt the vibe when I tapped that ass\n\n  Chorus\n"},{"id":21291129,"name":"Hit And Run (Feat. Xzibit)","trackName":"Hit And Run (Feat. Xzibit)","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Coast II Coast","duration":346.255964,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(J-Ro)\nI pull up to front with a smash to the ground black duly\nNiggaz in the street gettin wild and unruly\nDigga B was in the front so he let me through the door\nI never get frisked so I pack a forty-four\nStraight to the bar, can I get a rum and coke?\nThe whole club was filled with the indo smoke\nE-Swift was scratchin, Tash was hoe catchin\nI had the latest fashion but my shit wasn't matchin\nSo King Tee was baggin, the nigga Threat was braggin\nBout his brand new, baby boo, fiendin with the rag in\nLorenzo's, but anyway, them hoes was deep\nPeep, E-Swift shoe em how we creep\n\n(E-Swift)\nCheck you out, yeah you baby, up against the wall\nHere's a dollar ten rum and coke, heavy on the alcohol\nStarin at your chest, and I can only guess\nLord have mercy what's up under that Adidas dress\nYo shortay, you're lookin kinda nice\nStick around and watch us rock the mic device\nShe gave me this look like she was puzzled or troubled\nI don't think I'm large so she didn't bust my bubble\nIt's the Liks baby where your girlfriends at\nShe said they got thrown out tryin to sneak in the back\nNo sweat, I'll go out and get em\nHooked it up for Noid and Tash to get with em\nNow we on stage stop the mic from back-feedin\nGot the three hoes in the front row chillin\nThat's how it be when you play high post\nCause all I wanna do is tap that ass and get ghost\n\n(Xzibit)\nThis is how I roll it, I met her at a club last week\nIt was this fly ass freak, I didn't sleep, I got the digits, laid back\nCoolin at the crib one day\nI think I'll call her, we're talkin on thephone for half an hour\nI finally ask her can a nigga come through\nShe talkin bout she ain't dressed I said \"Cool, I'm still comin over\"\nI get there, she's chillin in some undies and a robe\nIce cold, forty down in the freezer\nAnd roll up blunts at my leisure, I play like I believe her\nHow she tellin me she ain't no skeezer\nAn hour later I was breakin her off\nin each and every position that you can ever put a bitch in\nI got up and then I washed my shit\nAlright bitch, word got her rings then I split\nYeah back to the shade, so I can get my lounge in effect\nXzibit keep the hoes in check, so check\n\nChorus: Repeat 2X\n\nAll I really wanna do\nIs tap that ass 'fore the night is through\nAll I really wanna do\nIs tap that ass and get ghost with the cash\n\n(J-Ro)\nI was drunk as hell-est, I begin to bill for my pray\nthe club reminded me of whylin at the Bush back in the day\nThat's when I seen her, the freak from the diner\nHer name was Nina, or Tina, or was it Regina\nFuck it, the bitch with the tipple bitties and the boomin bass\nI said my name is big game all in her face\nI said for what it's worth, I'm the best on earth\nKickin folls off my turf since the day of my birth\nI got a pocket full of money do you wanna help me spend it\nCan I get in your backfield like Cornelius Bennet\nShe said, \"Mmm, J-Ro yeah!\nJust let me know the time and I'll be there\"\nI said, \"I'm drunk, tired, hoe, for heaven's sake\nLet's go to Larry Parker's for a burger and a shake\"\nWe got to the place I started stuffin my face\nNot a bid did I waste, cause it was good to the taste\nI didn't wanna get stuck so I said, \"What the heck\nI left my money in the truck so won't you pick up the check\"\nAnd the next move, you might think it's tasteless\nBut I gave her a tip and got ghost with the waitress\n\n(Xzibit)\nWe rip shows, and hoes drop clothes backstage it's funny\nThe shit bitches do for money\nOnly jockin on a nigga with his name in lights\nI'd rather kickback relax and play the shades real tight\nYo last time, caught it with this fresh-ass hooker\nKept runnin her mouth about what it last meant to her\nI said, \"Look hon, all I gots is blunts, forties\nA couple of brothers cause I don't know the kids before me\nYou're trippin.\" Dip into the streets to chill\nNigga these days, I'm gettin PJ's, on the freeways\nIt's lovely, I get home, blaze up another drink\nof somethin kinda stronger, to make the funk last longer\nYo, it's the one and only who welp the bitches\nThinkin they got me but yo they gettin they-self\nI'm a bomb like the stealth, and hit way up above your wealth\nYou felt the vibe when I tapped that ass\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.14] (J-Ro)\n[00:29.22] I pull up to front with a smash to the ground black duly\n[00:31.51] Niggaz in the street gettin wild and unruly\n[00:34.07] Digga B was in the front so he let me through the door\n[00:36.36] I never get frisked so I pack a forty-four\n[00:38.76] Straight to the bar, can I get a rum and coke?\n[00:40.91] The whole club was filled with the indo smoke\n[00:43.37] E-Swift was scratchin, Tash was hoe catchin\n[00:46.22] I had the latest fashion but my shit wasn't matchin\n[00:48.69] So King Tee was baggin, the nigga Threat was braggin\n[00:51.03] Bout his brand new, baby boo, fiendin with the rag in\n[00:53.22] Lorenzo's, but anyway, them hoes was deep\n[00:56.37] Peep, E-Swift shoe em how we creep\n[00:58.29] (E-Swift)\n[00:59.20] Check you out, yeah you baby, up against the wall\n[01:00.81] Here's a dollar ten rum and coke, heavy on the alcohol\n[01:03.12] Starin at your chest, and I can only guess\n[01:06.12] Lord have mercy what's up under that Adidas dress\n[01:08.70] Yo shortay, you're lookin kinda nice\n[01:10.79] Stick around and watch us rock the mic device\n[01:13.06] She gave me this look like she was puzzled or troubled\n[01:15.76] I don't think I'm large so she didn't bust my bubble\n[01:18.25] It's the Liks baby where your girlfriends at\n[01:20.21] She said they got thrown out tryin to sneak in the back\n[01:23.67] No sweat, I'll go out and get em\n[01:25.71] Hooked it up for Noid and Tash to get with em\n[01:28.52] Now we on stage stop the mic from back-feedin\n[01:30.54] Got the three hoes in the front row chillin\n[01:32.84] That's how it be when you play high post\n[01:35.21] Cause all I wanna do is tap that ass and get ghost\n[01:37.85] (Xzibit)\n[01:38.48] This is how I roll it, I met her at a club last week\n[01:40.23] It was this fly ass freak, I didn't sleep, I got the digits, laid back\n[01:42.36] Coolin at the crib one day\n[01:45.15] I think I'll call her, we're talkin on thephone for half an hour\n[01:47.89] I finally ask her can a nigga come through\n[01:50.02] She talkin bout she ain't dressed I said \"Cool, I'm still comin over\"\n[01:53.26] I get there, she's chillin in some undies and a robe\n[01:55.97] Ice cold, forty down in the freezer\n[01:57.75] And roll up blunts at my leisure, I play like I believe her\n[02:00.86] How she tellin me she ain't no skeezer\n[02:02.50] An hour later I was breakin her off\n[02:04.57] in each and every position that you can ever put a bitch in\n[02:07.33] I got up and then I washed my shit\n[02:09.50] Alright bitch, word got her rings then I split\n[02:12.57] Yeah back to the shade, so I can get my lounge in effect\n[02:15.15] Xzibit keep the hoes in check, so check\n[02:17.52] Chorus: Repeat 2X\n[02:18.60] All I really wanna do\n[02:20.05] Is tap that ass 'fore the night is through\n[02:22.51] All I really wanna do\n[02:24.57] Is tap that ass and get ghost with the cash\n[02:36.42] (J-Ro)\n[02:36.96] I was drunk as hell-est, I begin to bill for my pray\n[02:39.18] the club reminded me of whylin at the Bush back in the day\n[02:41.59] That's when I seen her, the freak from the diner\n[02:44.17] Her name was Nina, or Tina, or was it Regina\n[02:46.80] Fuck it, the bitch with the tipple bitties and the boomin bass\n[02:49.53] I said my name is big game all in her face\n[02:51.61] I said for what it's worth, I'm the best on earth\n[02:53.61] Kickin folls off my turf since the day of my birth\n[02:56.08] I got a pocket full of money do you wanna help me spend it\n[02:58.90] Can I get in your backfield like Cornelius Bennet\n[03:01.05] She said, \"Mmm, J-Ro yeah!\n[03:03.65] Just let me know the time and I'll be there\"\n[03:05.95] I said, \"I'm drunk, tired, hoe, for heaven's sake\n[03:09.25] Let's go to Larry Parker's for a burger and a shake\"\n[03:11.38] We got to the place I started stuffin my face\n[03:13.22] Not a bid did I waste, cause it was good to the taste\n[03:15.92] I didn't wanna get stuck so I said, \"What the heck\n[03:18.13] I left my money in the truck so won't you pick up the check\"\n[03:20.78] And the next move, you might think it's tasteless\n[03:23.03] But I gave her a tip and got ghost with the waitress\n[03:25.70] (Xzibit)\n[03:26.62] We rip shows, and hoes drop clothes backstage it's funny\n[03:28.73] The shit bitches do for money\n[03:30.88] Only jockin on a nigga with his name in lights\n[03:32.97] I'd rather kickback relax and play the shades real tight\n[03:35.55] Yo last time, caught it with this fresh-ass hooker\n[03:38.29] Kept runnin her mouth about what it last meant to her\n[03:40.53] I said, \"Look hon, all I gots is blunts, forties\n[03:43.07] A couple of brothers cause I don't know the kids before me\n[03:45.56] You're trippin.\" Dip into the streets to chill\n[03:48.35] Nigga these days, I'm gettin PJ's, on the freeways\n[03:50.33] It's lovely, I get home, blaze up another drink\n[03:53.35] of somethin kinda stronger, to make the funk last longer\n[03:55.74] Yo, it's the one and only who welp the bitches\n[03:58.40] Thinkin they got me but yo they gettin they-self\n[04:00.46] I'm a bomb like the stealth, and hit way up above your wealth\n[04:02.87] You felt the vibe when I tapped that ass\n[04:05.71] Chorus\n[04:11.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hit And Run (Feat. 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start_ms: 233350\n  end_ms: 235740\n- text: Yo, it's the one and only who welp the bitches\n  start_ms: 235740\n  end_ms: 238400\n- text: Thinkin they got me but yo they gettin they-self\n  start_ms: 238400\n  end_ms: 240460\n- text: I'm a bomb like the stealth, and hit way up above your wealth\n  start_ms: 240460\n  end_ms: 242870\n- text: You felt the vibe when I tapped that ass\n  start_ms: 242870\n  end_ms: 245710\n- text: Chorus\n  start_ms: 245710\n  end_ms: 251580\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 251580\nplain: |-\n  (J-Ro)\n  I pull up to front with a smash to the ground black duly\n  Niggaz in the street gettin wild and unruly\n  Digga B was in the front so he let me through the door\n  I never get frisked so I pack a forty-four\n  Straight to the bar, can I get a rum and coke?\n  The whole club was filled with the indo smoke\n  E-Swift was scratchin, Tash was hoe catchin\n  I had the latest fashion but my shit wasn't matchin\n  So King Tee was baggin, the nigga Threat was braggin\n  Bout his brand new, baby boo, fiendin with the rag in\n  Lorenzo's, but anyway, them hoes was deep\n  Peep, E-Swift shoe em how we creep\n\n  (E-Swift)\n  Check you out, yeah you baby, up against the wall\n  Here's a dollar ten rum and coke, heavy on the alcohol\n  Starin at your chest, and I can only guess\n  Lord have mercy what's up under that Adidas dress\n  Yo shortay, you're lookin kinda nice\n  Stick around and watch us rock the mic device\n  She gave me this look like she was puzzled or troubled\n  I don't think I'm large so she didn't bust my bubble\n  It's the Liks baby where your girlfriends at\n  She said they got thrown out tryin to sneak in the back\n  No sweat, I'll go out and get em\n  Hooked it up for Noid and Tash to get with em\n  Now we on stage stop the mic from back-feedin\n  Got the three hoes in the front row chillin\n  That's how it be when you play high post\n  Cause all I wanna do is tap that ass and get ghost\n\n  (Xzibit)\n  This is how I roll it, I met her at a club last week\n  It was this fly ass freak, I didn't sleep, I got the digits, laid back\n  Coolin at the crib one day\n  I think I'll call her, we're talkin on thephone for half an hour\n  I finally ask her can a nigga come through\n  She talkin bout she ain't dressed I said \"Cool, I'm still comin over\"\n  I get there, she's chillin in some undies and a robe\n  Ice cold, forty down in the freezer\n  And roll up blunts at my leisure, I play like I believe her\n  How she tellin me she ain't no skeezer\n  An hour later I was breakin her off\n  in each and every position that you can ever put a bitch in\n  I got up and then I washed my shit\n  Alright bitch, word got her rings then I split\n  Yeah back to the shade, so I can get my lounge in effect\n  Xzibit keep the hoes in check, so check\n\n  Chorus: Repeat 2X\n\n  All I really wanna do\n  Is tap that ass 'fore the night is through\n  All I really wanna do\n  Is tap that ass and get ghost with the cash\n\n  (J-Ro)\n  I was drunk as hell-est, I begin to bill for my pray\n  the club reminded me of whylin at the Bush back in the day\n  That's when I seen her, the freak from the diner\n  Her name was Nina, or Tina, or was it Regina\n  Fuck it, the bitch with the tipple bitties and the boomin bass\n  I said my name is big game all in her face\n  I said for what it's worth, I'm the best on earth\n  Kickin folls off my turf since the day of my birth\n  I got a pocket full of money do you wanna help me spend it\n  Can I get in your backfield like Cornelius Bennet\n  She said, \"Mmm, J-Ro yeah!\n  Just let me know the time and I'll be there\"\n  I said, \"I'm drunk, tired, hoe, for heaven's sake\n  Let's go to Larry Parker's for a burger and a shake\"\n  We got to the place I started stuffin my face\n  Not a bid did I waste, cause it was good to the taste\n  I didn't wanna get stuck so I said, \"What the heck\n  I left my money in the truck so won't you pick up the check\"\n  And the next move, you might think it's tasteless\n  But I gave her a tip and got ghost with the waitress\n\n  (Xzibit)\n  We rip shows, and hoes drop clothes backstage it's funny\n  The shit bitches do for money\n  Only jockin on a nigga with his name in lights\n  I'd rather kickback relax and play the shades real tight\n  Yo last time, caught it with this fresh-ass hooker\n  Kept runnin her mouth about what it last meant to her\n  I said, \"Look hon, all I gots is blunts, forties\n  A couple of brothers cause I don't know the kids before me\n  You're trippin.\" Dip into the streets to chill\n  Nigga these days, I'm gettin PJ's, on the freeways\n  It's lovely, I get home, blaze up another drink\n  of somethin kinda stronger, to make the funk last longer\n  Yo, it's the one and only who welp the bitches\n  Thinkin they got me but yo they gettin they-self\n  I'm a bomb like the stealth, and hit way up above your wealth\n  You felt the vibe when I tapped that ass\n\n  Chorus\n"},{"id":39344353,"name":"Hit And Run Ft Xzibit","trackName":"Hit And Run Ft Xzibit","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Coast II Coast","duration":346.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(J-Ro)\nI pull up to front with a smash to the ground black duly\nNiggaz in the street gettin wild and unruly\nDigga B was in the front so he let me through the door\nI never get frisked so I pack a forty-four\nStraight to the bar, can I get a rum and coke?\nThe whole club was filled with the indo smoke\nE-Swift was scratchin, Tash was hoe catchin\nI had the latest fashion but my shit wasn't matchin\nSo King Tee was baggin, the nigga Threat was braggin\nBout his brand new, baby boo, fiendin with the rag in\nLorenzo's, but anyway, them hoes was deep\nPeep, E-Swift shoe em how we creep\n\n(E-Swift)\nCheck you out, yeah you baby, up against the wall\nHere's a dollar ten rum and coke, heavy on the alcohol\nStarin at your chest, and I can only guess\nLord have mercy what's up under that Adidas dress\nYo shortay, you're lookin kinda nice\nStick around and watch us rock the mic device\nShe gave me this look like she was puzzled or troubled\nI don't think I'm large so she didn't bust my bubble\nIt's the Liks baby where your girlfriends at\nShe said they got thrown out tryin to sneak in the back\nNo sweat, I'll go out and get em\nHooked it up for Noid and Tash to get with em\nNow we on stage stop the mic from back-feedin\nGot the three hoes in the front row chillin\nThat's how it be when you play high post\nCause all I wanna do is tap that ass and get ghost\n\n(Xzibit)\nThis is how I roll it, I met her at a club last week\nIt was this fly ass freak, I didn't sleep, I got the digits, laid back\nCoolin at the crib one day\nI think I'll call her, we're talkin on thephone for half an hour\nI finally ask her can a nigga come through\nShe talkin bout she ain't dressed I said \"Cool, I'm still comin over\"\nI get there, she's chillin in some undies and a robe\nIce cold, forty down in the freezer\nAnd roll up blunts at my leisure, I play like I believe her\nHow she tellin me she ain't no skeezer\nAn hour later I was breakin her off\nin each and every position that you can ever put a bitch in\nI got up and then I washed my shit\nAlright bitch, word got her rings then I split\nYeah back to the shade, so I can get my lounge in effect\nXzibit keep the hoes in check, so check\n\nChorus: Repeat 2X\n\nAll I really wanna do\nIs tap that ass 'fore the night is through\nAll I really wanna do\nIs tap that ass and get ghost with the cash\n\n(J-Ro)\nI was drunk as hell-est, I begin to bill for my pray\nthe club reminded me of whylin at the Bush back in the day\nThat's when I seen her, the freak from the diner\nHer name was Nina, or Tina, or was it Regina\nFuck it, the bitch with the tipple bitties and the boomin bass\nI said my name is big game all in her face\nI said for what it's worth, I'm the best on earth\nKickin folls off my turf since the day of my birth\nI got a pocket full of money do you wanna help me spend it\nCan I get in your backfield like Cornelius Bennet\nShe said, \"Mmm, J-Ro yeah!\nJust let me know the time and I'll be there\"\nI said, \"I'm drunk, tired, hoe, for heaven's sake\nLet's go to Larry Parker's for a burger and a shake\"\nWe got to the place I started stuffin my face\nNot a bid did I waste, cause it was good to the taste\nI didn't wanna get stuck so I said, \"What the heck\nI left my money in the truck so won't you pick up the check\"\nAnd the next move, you might think it's tasteless\nBut I gave her a tip and got ghost with the waitress\n\n(Xzibit)\nWe rip shows, and hoes drop clothes backstage it's funny\nThe shit bitches do for money\nOnly jockin on a nigga with his name in lights\nI'd rather kickback relax and play the shades real tight\nYo last time, caught it with this fresh-ass hooker\nKept runnin her mouth about what it last meant to her\nI said, \"Look hon, all I gots is blunts, forties\nA couple of brothers cause I don't know the kids before me\nYou're trippin.\" Dip into the streets to chill\nNigga these days, I'm gettin PJ's, on the freeways\nIt's lovely, I get home, blaze up another drink\nof somethin kinda stronger, to make the funk last longer\nYo, it's the one and only who welp the bitches\nThinkin they got me but yo they gettin they-self\nI'm a bomb like the stealth, and hit way up above your wealth\nYou felt the vibe when I tapped that ass\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.14] (J-Ro)\n[00:29.22] I pull up to front with a smash to the ground black duly\n[00:31.51] Niggaz in the street gettin wild and unruly\n[00:34.07] Digga B was in the front so he let me through the door\n[00:36.36] I never get frisked so I pack a forty-four\n[00:38.76] Straight to the bar, can I get a rum and coke?\n[00:40.91] The whole club was filled with the indo smoke\n[00:43.37] E-Swift was scratchin, Tash was hoe catchin\n[00:46.22] I had the latest fashion but my shit wasn't matchin\n[00:48.69] So King Tee was baggin, the nigga Threat was braggin\n[00:51.03] Bout his brand new, baby boo, fiendin with the rag in\n[00:53.22] Lorenzo's, but anyway, them hoes was deep\n[00:56.37] Peep, E-Swift shoe em how we creep\n[00:58.29] (E-Swift)\n[00:59.20] Check you out, yeah you baby, up against the wall\n[01:00.81] Here's a dollar ten rum and coke, heavy on the alcohol\n[01:03.12] Starin at your chest, and I can only guess\n[01:06.12] Lord have mercy what's up under that Adidas dress\n[01:08.70] Yo shortay, you're lookin kinda nice\n[01:10.79] Stick around and watch us rock the mic device\n[01:13.06] She gave me this look like she was puzzled or troubled\n[01:15.76] I don't think I'm large so she didn't bust my bubble\n[01:18.25] It's the Liks baby where your girlfriends at\n[01:20.21] She said they got thrown out tryin to sneak in the back\n[01:23.67] No sweat, I'll go out and get em\n[01:25.71] Hooked it up for Noid and Tash to get with em\n[01:28.52] Now we on stage stop the mic from back-feedin\n[01:30.54] Got the three hoes in the front row chillin\n[01:32.84] That's how it be when you play high post\n[01:35.21] Cause all I wanna do is tap that ass and get ghost\n[01:37.85] (Xzibit)\n[01:38.48] This is how I roll it, I met her at a club last week\n[01:40.23] It was this fly ass freak, I didn't sleep, I got the digits, laid back\n[01:42.36] Coolin at the crib one day\n[01:45.15] I think I'll call her, we're talkin on thephone for half an hour\n[01:47.89] I finally ask her can a nigga come through\n[01:50.02] She talkin bout she ain't dressed I said \"Cool, I'm still comin over\"\n[01:53.26] I get there, she's chillin in some undies and a robe\n[01:55.97] Ice cold, forty down in the freezer\n[01:57.75] And roll up blunts at my leisure, I play like I believe her\n[02:00.86] How she tellin me she ain't no skeezer\n[02:02.50] An hour later I was breakin her off\n[02:04.57] in each and every position that you can ever put a bitch in\n[02:07.33] I got up and then I washed my shit\n[02:09.50] Alright bitch, word got her rings then I split\n[02:12.57] Yeah back to the shade, so I can get my lounge in effect\n[02:15.15] Xzibit keep the hoes in check, so check\n[02:17.52] Chorus: Repeat 2X\n[02:18.60] All I really wanna do\n[02:20.05] Is tap that ass 'fore the night is through\n[02:22.51] All I really wanna do\n[02:24.57] Is tap that ass and get ghost with the cash\n[02:36.42] (J-Ro)\n[02:36.96] I was drunk as hell-est, I begin to bill for my pray\n[02:39.18] the club reminded me of whylin at the Bush back in the day\n[02:41.59] That's when I seen her, the freak from the diner\n[02:44.17] Her name was Nina, or Tina, or was it Regina\n[02:46.80] Fuck it, the bitch with the tipple bitties and the boomin bass\n[02:49.53] I said my name is big game all in her face\n[02:51.61] I said for what it's worth, I'm the best on earth\n[02:53.61] Kickin folls off my turf since the day of my birth\n[02:56.08] I got a pocket full of money do you wanna help me spend it\n[02:58.90] Can I get in your backfield like Cornelius Bennet\n[03:01.05] She said, \"Mmm, J-Ro yeah!\n[03:03.65] Just let me know the time and I'll be there\"\n[03:05.95] I said, \"I'm drunk, tired, hoe, for heaven's sake\n[03:09.25] Let's go to Larry Parker's for a burger and a shake\"\n[03:11.38] We got to the place I started stuffin my face\n[03:13.22] Not a bid did I waste, cause it was good to the taste\n[03:15.92] I didn't wanna get stuck so I said, \"What the heck\n[03:18.13] I left my money in the truck so won't you pick up the check\"\n[03:20.78] And the next move, you might think it's tasteless\n[03:23.03] But I gave her a tip and got ghost with the waitress\n[03:25.70] (Xzibit)\n[03:26.62] We rip shows, and hoes drop clothes backstage it's funny\n[03:28.73] The shit bitches do for money\n[03:30.88] Only jockin on a nigga with his name in lights\n[03:32.97] I'd rather kickback relax and play the shades real tight\n[03:35.55] Yo last time, caught it with this fresh-ass hooker\n[03:38.29] Kept runnin her mouth about what it last meant to her\n[03:40.53] I said, \"Look hon, all I gots is blunts, forties\n[03:43.07] A couple of brothers cause I don't know the kids before me\n[03:45.56] You're trippin.\" Dip into the streets to chill\n[03:48.35] Nigga these days, I'm gettin PJ's, on the freeways\n[03:50.33] It's lovely, I get home, blaze up another drink\n[03:53.35] of somethin kinda stronger, to make the funk last longer\n[03:55.74] Yo, it's the one and only who welp the bitches\n[03:58.40] Thinkin they got me but yo they gettin they-self\n[04:00.46] I'm a bomb like the stealth, and hit way up above your wealth\n[04:02.87] You felt the vibe when I tapped that ass\n[04:05.71] Chorus\n[04:11.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hit And Run Ft Xzibit\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Coast II Coast\n  duration_ms: 346175\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (J-Ro)\n  start_ms: 3140\n  end_ms: 29220\n- text: I pull up to front with a smash to the ground black duly\n  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back to the shade, so I can get my lounge in effect\n  start_ms: 132570\n  end_ms: 135150\n- text: Xzibit keep the hoes in check, so check\n  start_ms: 135150\n  end_ms: 137520\n- text: 'Chorus: Repeat 2X'\n  start_ms: 137520\n  end_ms: 138600\n- text: All I really wanna do\n  start_ms: 138600\n  end_ms: 140050\n- text: Is tap that ass 'fore the night is through\n  start_ms: 140050\n  end_ms: 142510\n- text: All I really wanna do\n  start_ms: 142510\n  end_ms: 144570\n- text: Is tap that ass and get ghost with the cash\n  start_ms: 144570\n  end_ms: 156420\n- text: (J-Ro)\n  start_ms: 156420\n  end_ms: 156960\n- text: I was drunk as hell-est, I begin to bill for my pray\n  start_ms: 156960\n  end_ms: 159180\n- text: the club reminded me of whylin at the Bush back in the day\n  start_ms: 159180\n  end_ms: 161590\n- text: That's when I seen her, the freak from the diner\n  start_ms: 161590\n  end_ms: 164170\n- text: Her name was Nina, or Tina, or was it Regina\n  start_ms: 164170\n  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end_ms: 215550\n- text: Yo last time, caught it with this fresh-ass hooker\n  start_ms: 215550\n  end_ms: 218290\n- text: Kept runnin her mouth about what it last meant to her\n  start_ms: 218290\n  end_ms: 220530\n- text: I said, \"Look hon, all I gots is blunts, forties\n  start_ms: 220530\n  end_ms: 223070\n- text: A couple of brothers cause I don't know the kids before me\n  start_ms: 223070\n  end_ms: 225560\n- text: You're trippin.\" Dip into the streets to chill\n  start_ms: 225560\n  end_ms: 228350\n- text: Nigga these days, I'm gettin PJ's, on the freeways\n  start_ms: 228350\n  end_ms: 230330\n- text: It's lovely, I get home, blaze up another drink\n  start_ms: 230330\n  end_ms: 233350\n- text: of somethin kinda stronger, to make the funk last longer\n  start_ms: 233350\n  end_ms: 235740\n- text: Yo, it's the one and only who welp the bitches\n  start_ms: 235740\n  end_ms: 238400\n- text: Thinkin they got me but yo they gettin they-self\n  start_ms: 238400\n  end_ms: 240460\n- text: I'm a bomb like the stealth, and hit way up above your wealth\n  start_ms: 240460\n  end_ms: 242870\n- text: You felt the vibe when I tapped that ass\n  start_ms: 242870\n  end_ms: 245710\n- text: Chorus\n  start_ms: 245710\n  end_ms: 251580\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 251580\nplain: |-\n  (J-Ro)\n  I pull up to front with a smash to the ground black duly\n  Niggaz in the street gettin wild and unruly\n  Digga B was in the front so he let me through the door\n  I never get frisked so I pack a forty-four\n  Straight to the bar, can I get a rum and coke?\n  The whole club was filled with the indo smoke\n  E-Swift was scratchin, Tash was hoe catchin\n  I had the latest fashion but my shit wasn't matchin\n  So King Tee was baggin, the nigga Threat was braggin\n  Bout his brand new, baby boo, fiendin with the rag in\n  Lorenzo's, but anyway, them hoes was deep\n  Peep, E-Swift shoe em how we creep\n\n  (E-Swift)\n  Check you out, yeah you baby, up against the wall\n  Here's a dollar ten rum and coke, heavy on the alcohol\n  Starin at your chest, and I can only guess\n  Lord have mercy what's up under that Adidas dress\n  Yo shortay, you're lookin kinda nice\n  Stick around and watch us rock the mic device\n  She gave me this look like she was puzzled or troubled\n  I don't think I'm large so she didn't bust my bubble\n  It's the Liks baby where your girlfriends at\n  She said they got thrown out tryin to sneak in the back\n  No sweat, I'll go out and get em\n  Hooked it up for Noid and Tash to get with em\n  Now we on stage stop the mic from back-feedin\n  Got the three hoes in the front row chillin\n  That's how it be when you play high post\n  Cause all I wanna do is tap that ass and get ghost\n\n  (Xzibit)\n  This is how I roll it, I met her at a club last week\n  It was this fly ass freak, I didn't sleep, I got the digits, laid back\n  Coolin at the crib one day\n  I think I'll call her, we're talkin on thephone for half an hour\n  I finally ask her can a nigga come through\n  She talkin bout she ain't dressed I said \"Cool, I'm still comin over\"\n  I get there, she's chillin in some undies and a robe\n  Ice cold, forty down in the freezer\n  And roll up blunts at my leisure, I play like I believe her\n  How she tellin me she ain't no skeezer\n  An hour later I was breakin her off\n  in each and every position that you can ever put a bitch in\n  I got up and then I washed my shit\n  Alright bitch, word got her rings then I split\n  Yeah back to the shade, so I can get my lounge in effect\n  Xzibit keep the hoes in check, so check\n\n  Chorus: Repeat 2X\n\n  All I really wanna do\n  Is tap that ass 'fore the night is through\n  All I really wanna do\n  Is tap that ass and get ghost with the cash\n\n  (J-Ro)\n  I was drunk as hell-est, I begin to bill for my pray\n  the club reminded me of whylin at the Bush back in the day\n  That's when I seen her, the freak from the diner\n  Her name was Nina, or Tina, or was it Regina\n  Fuck it, the bitch with the tipple bitties and the boomin bass\n  I said my name is big game all in her face\n  I said for what it's worth, I'm the best on earth\n  Kickin folls off my turf since the day of my birth\n  I got a pocket full of money do you wanna help me spend it\n  Can I get in your backfield like Cornelius Bennet\n  She said, \"Mmm, J-Ro yeah!\n  Just let me know the time and I'll be there\"\n  I said, \"I'm drunk, tired, hoe, for heaven's sake\n  Let's go to Larry Parker's for a burger and a shake\"\n  We got to the place I started stuffin my face\n  Not a bid did I waste, cause it was good to the taste\n  I didn't wanna get stuck so I said, \"What the heck\n  I left my money in the truck so won't you pick up the check\"\n  And the next move, you might think it's tasteless\n  But I gave her a tip and got ghost with the waitress\n\n  (Xzibit)\n  We rip shows, and hoes drop clothes backstage it's funny\n  The shit bitches do for money\n  Only jockin on a nigga with his name in lights\n  I'd rather kickback relax and play the shades real tight\n  Yo last time, caught it with this fresh-ass hooker\n  Kept runnin her mouth about what it last meant to her\n  I said, \"Look hon, all I gots is blunts, forties\n  A couple of brothers cause I don't know the kids before me\n  You're trippin.\" Dip into the streets to chill\n  Nigga these days, I'm gettin PJ's, on the freeways\n  It's lovely, I get home, blaze up another drink\n  of somethin kinda stronger, to make the funk last longer\n  Yo, it's the one and only who welp the bitches\n  Thinkin they got me but yo they gettin they-self\n  I'm a bomb like the stealth, and hit way up above your wealth\n  You felt the vibe when I tapped that ass\n\n  Chorus\n"},{"id":7070374,"name":"Hit and Run","trackName":"Hit and Run","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks feat. Xzibit","albumName":"Coast II Coast","duration":346.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(J-Ro)\nI pull up to front with a smash to the ground black duly\nNiggaz in the street gettin wild and unruly\nDigga B was in the front so he let me through the door\nI never get frisked so I pack a forty-four\nStraight to the bar, can I get a rum and coke?\nThe whole club was filled with the indo smoke\nE-Swift was scratchin, Tash was hoe catchin\nI had the latest fashion but my shit wasn't matchin\nSo King Tee was baggin, the nigga Threat was braggin\nBout his brand new, baby boo, fiendin with the rag in\nLorenzo's, but anyway, them hoes was deep\nPeep, E-Swift shoe em how we creep\n\n(E-Swift)\nCheck you out, yeah you baby, up against the wall\nHere's a dollar ten rum and coke, heavy on the alcohol\nStarin at your chest, and I can only guess\nLord have mercy what's up under that Adidas dress\nYo shortay, you're lookin kinda nice\nStick around and watch us rock the mic device\nShe gave me this look like she was puzzled or troubled\nI don't think I'm large so she didn't bust my bubble\nIt's the Liks baby where your girlfriends at\nShe said they got thrown out tryin to sneak in the back\nNo sweat, I'll go out and get em\nHooked it up for Noid and Tash to get with em\nNow we on stage stop the mic from back-feedin\nGot the three hoes in the front row chillin\nThat's how it be when you play high post\nCause all I wanna do is tap that ass and get ghost\n\n(Xzibit)\nThis is how I roll it, I met her at a club last week\nIt was this fly ass freak, I didn't sleep, I got the digits, laid back\nCoolin at the crib one day\nI think I'll call her, we're talkin on thephone for half an hour\nI finally ask her can a nigga come through\nShe talkin bout she ain't dressed I said \"Cool, I'm still comin over\"\nI get there, she's chillin in some undies and a robe\nIce cold, forty down in the freezer\nAnd roll up blunts at my leisure, I play like I believe her\nHow she tellin me she ain't no skeezer\nAn hour later I was breakin her off\nIn each and every position that you can ever put a bitch in\nI got up and then I washed my shit\nAlright bitch, word got her rings then I split\nYeah back to the shade, so I can get my lounge in effect\nXzibit keep the hoes in check, so check\n\nChorus: Repeat 2X\n\nAll I really wanna do\nIs tap that ass 'fore the night is through\nAll I really wanna do\nIs tap that ass and get ghost with the cash\n\n(J-Ro)\nI was drunk as hell-est, I begin to bill for my pray\nThe club reminded me of whylin at the Bush back in the day\nThat's when I seen her, the freak from the diner\nHer name was Nina, or Tina, or was it Regina\nFuck it, the bitch with the tipple bitties and the boomin bass\nI said my name is big game all in her face\nI said for what it's worth, I'm the best on earth\nKickin folls off my turf since the day of my birth\nI got a pocket full of money do you wanna help me spend it\nCan I get in your backfield like Cornelius Bennet\nShe said, \"Mmm, J-Ro yeah!\nJust let me know the time and I'll be there\"\nI said, \"I'm drunk, tired, hoe, for heaven's sake\nLet's go to Larry Parker's for a burger and a shake\"\nWe got to the place I started stuffin my face\nNot a bid did I waste, cause it was good to the taste\nI didn't wanna get stuck so I said, \"What the heck\nI left my money in the truck so won't you pick up the check\"\nAnd the next move, you might think it's tasteless\nBut I gave her a tip and got ghost with the waitress\n\n(Xzibit)\nWe rip shows, and hoes drop clothes backstage it's funny\nThe shit bitches do for money\nOnly jockin on a nigga with his name in lights\nI'd rather kickback relax and play the shades real tight\nYo last time, caught it with this fresh-ass hooker\nKept runnin her mouth about what it last meant to her\nI said, \"Look hon, all I gots is blunts, forties\nA couple of brothers cause I don't know the kids before me\nYou're trippin.\" Dip into the streets to chill\nNigga these days, I'm gettin PJ's, on the freeways\nIt's lovely, I get home, blaze up another drink\nOf somethin kinda stronger, to make the funk last longer\nYo, it's the one and only who welp the bitches\nThinkin they got me but yo they gettin they-self\nI'm a bomb like the stealth, and hit way up above your wealth\nYou felt the vibe when I tapped that ass\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.14] (J-Ro)\n[00:29.22] I pull up to front with a smash to the ground black duly\n[00:31.51] Niggaz in the street gettin wild and unruly\n[00:34.07] Digga B was in the front so he let me through the door\n[00:36.36] I never get frisked so I pack a forty-four\n[00:38.76] Straight to the bar, can I get a rum and coke?\n[00:40.91] The whole club was filled with the indo smoke\n[00:43.37] E-Swift was scratchin, Tash was hoe catchin\n[00:46.22] I had the latest fashion but my shit wasn't matchin\n[00:48.69] So King Tee was baggin, the nigga Threat was braggin\n[00:51.03] Bout his brand new, baby boo, fiendin with the rag in\n[00:53.22] Lorenzo's, but anyway, them hoes was deep\n[00:56.37] Peep, E-Swift shoe em how we creep\n[00:58.29] (E-Swift)\n[00:59.20] Check you out, yeah you baby, up against the wall\n[01:00.81] Here's a dollar ten rum and coke, heavy on the alcohol\n[01:03.12] Starin at your chest, and I can only guess\n[01:06.12] Lord have mercy what's up under that Adidas dress\n[01:08.70] Yo shortay, you're lookin kinda nice\n[01:10.79] Stick around and watch us rock the mic device\n[01:13.06] She gave me this look like she was puzzled or troubled\n[01:15.76] I don't think I'm large so she didn't bust my bubble\n[01:18.25] It's the Liks baby where your girlfriends at\n[01:20.21] She said they got thrown out tryin to sneak in the back\n[01:23.67] No sweat, I'll go out and get em\n[01:25.71] Hooked it up for Noid and Tash to get with em\n[01:28.52] Now we on stage stop the mic from back-feedin\n[01:30.54] Got the three hoes in the front row chillin\n[01:32.84] That's how it be when you play high post\n[01:35.21] Cause all I wanna do is tap that ass and get ghost\n[01:37.85] (Xzibit)\n[01:38.48] This is how I roll it, I met her at a club last week\n[01:40.23] It was this fly ass freak, I didn't sleep, I got the digits, laid back\n[01:42.36] Coolin at the crib one day\n[01:45.15] I think I'll call her, we're talkin on thephone for half an hour\n[01:47.89] I finally ask her can a nigga come through\n[01:50.02] She talkin bout she ain't dressed I said \"Cool, I'm still comin over\"\n[01:53.26] I get there, she's chillin in some undies and a robe\n[01:55.97] Ice cold, forty down in the freezer\n[01:57.75] And roll up blunts at my leisure, I play like I believe her\n[02:00.86] How she tellin me she ain't no skeezer\n[02:02.50] An hour later I was breakin her off\n[02:04.57] In each and every position that you can ever put a bitch in\n[02:07.33] I got up and then I washed my shit\n[02:09.50] Alright bitch, word got her rings then I split\n[02:12.57] Yeah back to the shade, so I can get my lounge in effect\n[02:15.15] Xzibit keep the hoes in check, so check\n[02:17.52] Chorus: Repeat 2X\n[02:18.60] All I really wanna do\n[02:20.05] Is tap that ass 'fore the night is through\n[02:22.51] All I really wanna do\n[02:24.57] Is tap that ass and get ghost with the cash\n[02:36.42] (J-Ro)\n[02:36.96] I was drunk as hell-est, I begin to bill for my pray\n[02:39.18] The club reminded me of whylin at the Bush back in the day\n[02:41.59] That's when I seen her, the freak from the diner\n[02:44.17] Her name was Nina, or Tina, or was it Regina\n[02:46.80] Fuck it, the bitch with the tipple bitties and the boomin bass\n[02:49.53] I said my name is big game all in her face\n[02:51.61] I said for what it's worth, I'm the best on earth\n[02:53.61] Kickin folls off my turf since the day of my birth\n[02:56.08] I got a pocket full of money do you wanna help me spend it\n[02:58.90] Can I get in your backfield like Cornelius Bennet\n[03:01.05] She said, \"Mmm, J-Ro yeah!\n[03:03.65] Just let me know the time and I'll be there\"\n[03:05.95] I said, \"I'm drunk, tired, hoe, for heaven's sake\n[03:09.25] Let's go to Larry Parker's for a burger and a shake\"\n[03:11.38] We got to the place I started stuffin my face\n[03:13.22] Not a bid did I waste, cause it was good to the taste\n[03:15.92] I didn't wanna get stuck so I said, \"What the heck\n[03:18.13] I left my money in the truck so won't you pick up the check\"\n[03:20.78] And the next move, you might think it's tasteless\n[03:23.03] But I gave her a tip and got ghost with the waitress\n[03:25.70] (Xzibit)\n[03:26.62] We rip shows, and hoes drop clothes backstage it's funny\n[03:28.73] The shit bitches do for money\n[03:30.88] Only jockin on a nigga with his name in lights\n[03:32.97] I'd rather kickback relax and play the shades real tight\n[03:35.55] Yo last time, caught it with this fresh-ass hooker\n[03:38.29] Kept runnin her mouth about what it last meant to her\n[03:40.53] I said, \"Look hon, all I gots is blunts, forties\n[03:43.07] A couple of brothers cause I don't know the kids before me\n[03:45.56] You're trippin.\" Dip into the streets to chill\n[03:48.35] Nigga these days, I'm gettin PJ's, on the freeways\n[03:50.33] It's lovely, I get home, blaze up another drink\n[03:53.35] Of somethin kinda stronger, to make the funk last longer\n[03:55.74] Yo, it's the one and only who welp the bitches\n[03:58.40] Thinkin they got me but yo they gettin they-self\n[04:00.46] I'm a bomb like the stealth, and hit way up above your wealth\n[04:02.87] You felt the vibe when I tapped that ass\n[04:05.71] Chorus\n[04:11.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hit and Run\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks feat. 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\"I'm drunk, tired, hoe, for heaven's sake\n  start_ms: 185950\n  end_ms: 189250\n- text: Let's go to Larry Parker's for a burger and a shake\"\n  start_ms: 189250\n  end_ms: 191380\n- text: We got to the place I started stuffin my face\n  start_ms: 191380\n  end_ms: 193220\n- text: Not a bid did I waste, cause it was good to the taste\n  start_ms: 193220\n  end_ms: 195920\n- text: I didn't wanna get stuck so I said, \"What the heck\n  start_ms: 195920\n  end_ms: 198130\n- text: I left my money in the truck so won't you pick up the check\"\n  start_ms: 198130\n  end_ms: 200780\n- text: And the next move, you might think it's tasteless\n  start_ms: 200780\n  end_ms: 203030\n- text: But I gave her a tip and got ghost with the waitress\n  start_ms: 203030\n  end_ms: 205700\n- text: (Xzibit)\n  start_ms: 205700\n  end_ms: 206620\n- text: We rip shows, and hoes drop clothes backstage it's funny\n  start_ms: 206620\n  end_ms: 208730\n- text: The shit bitches do for money\n  start_ms: 208730\n  end_ms: 210880\n- text: Only jockin on a nigga with his name in lights\n  start_ms: 210880\n  end_ms: 212970\n- text: I'd rather kickback relax and play the shades real tight\n  start_ms: 212970\n  end_ms: 215550\n- text: Yo last time, caught it with this fresh-ass hooker\n  start_ms: 215550\n  end_ms: 218290\n- text: Kept runnin her mouth about what it last meant to her\n  start_ms: 218290\n  end_ms: 220530\n- text: I said, \"Look hon, all I gots is blunts, forties\n  start_ms: 220530\n  end_ms: 223070\n- text: A couple of brothers cause I don't know the kids before me\n  start_ms: 223070\n  end_ms: 225560\n- text: You're trippin.\" Dip into the streets to chill\n  start_ms: 225560\n  end_ms: 228350\n- text: Nigga these days, I'm gettin PJ's, on the freeways\n  start_ms: 228350\n  end_ms: 230330\n- text: It's lovely, I get home, blaze up another drink\n  start_ms: 230330\n  end_ms: 233350\n- text: Of somethin kinda stronger, to make the funk last longer\n  start_ms: 233350\n  end_ms: 235740\n- text: Yo, it's the one and only who welp the bitches\n  start_ms: 235740\n  end_ms: 238400\n- text: Thinkin they got me but yo they gettin they-self\n  start_ms: 238400\n  end_ms: 240460\n- text: I'm a bomb like the stealth, and hit way up above your wealth\n  start_ms: 240460\n  end_ms: 242870\n- text: You felt the vibe when I tapped that ass\n  start_ms: 242870\n  end_ms: 245710\n- text: Chorus\n  start_ms: 245710\n  end_ms: 251580\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 251580\nplain: |-\n  (J-Ro)\n  I pull up to front with a smash to the ground black duly\n  Niggaz in the street gettin wild and unruly\n  Digga B was in the front so he let me through the door\n  I never get frisked so I pack a forty-four\n  Straight to the bar, can I get a rum and coke?\n  The whole club was filled with the indo smoke\n  E-Swift was scratchin, Tash was hoe catchin\n  I had the latest fashion but my shit wasn't matchin\n  So King Tee was baggin, the nigga Threat was braggin\n  Bout his brand new, baby boo, fiendin with the rag in\n  Lorenzo's, but anyway, them hoes was deep\n  Peep, E-Swift shoe em how we creep\n\n  (E-Swift)\n  Check you out, yeah you baby, up against the wall\n  Here's a dollar ten rum and coke, heavy on the alcohol\n  Starin at your chest, and I can only guess\n  Lord have mercy what's up under that Adidas dress\n  Yo shortay, you're lookin kinda nice\n  Stick around and watch us rock the mic device\n  She gave me this look like she was puzzled or troubled\n  I don't think I'm large so she didn't bust my bubble\n  It's the Liks baby where your girlfriends at\n  She said they got thrown out tryin to sneak in the back\n  No sweat, I'll go out and get em\n  Hooked it up for Noid and Tash to get with em\n  Now we on stage stop the mic from back-feedin\n  Got the three hoes in the front row chillin\n  That's how it be when you play high post\n  Cause all I wanna do is tap that ass and get ghost\n\n  (Xzibit)\n  This is how I roll it, I met her at a club last week\n  It was this fly ass freak, I didn't sleep, I got the digits, laid back\n  Coolin at the crib one day\n  I think I'll call her, we're talkin on thephone for half an hour\n  I finally ask her can a nigga come through\n  She talkin bout she ain't dressed I said \"Cool, I'm still comin over\"\n  I get there, she's chillin in some undies and a robe\n  Ice cold, forty down in the freezer\n  And roll up blunts at my leisure, I play like I believe her\n  How she tellin me she ain't no skeezer\n  An hour later I was breakin her off\n  In each and every position that you can ever put a bitch in\n  I got up and then I washed my shit\n  Alright bitch, word got her rings then I split\n  Yeah back to the shade, so I can get my lounge in effect\n  Xzibit keep the hoes in check, so check\n\n  Chorus: Repeat 2X\n\n  All I really wanna do\n  Is tap that ass 'fore the night is through\n  All I really wanna do\n  Is tap that ass and get ghost with the cash\n\n  (J-Ro)\n  I was drunk as hell-est, I begin to bill for my pray\n  The club reminded me of whylin at the Bush back in the day\n  That's when I seen her, the freak from the diner\n  Her name was Nina, or Tina, or was it Regina\n  Fuck it, the bitch with the tipple bitties and the boomin bass\n  I said my name is big game all in her face\n  I said for what it's worth, I'm the best on earth\n  Kickin folls off my turf since the day of my birth\n  I got a pocket full of money do you wanna help me spend it\n  Can I get in your backfield like Cornelius Bennet\n  She said, \"Mmm, J-Ro yeah!\n  Just let me know the time and I'll be there\"\n  I said, \"I'm drunk, tired, hoe, for heaven's sake\n  Let's go to Larry Parker's for a burger and a shake\"\n  We got to the place I started stuffin my face\n  Not a bid did I waste, cause it was good to the taste\n  I didn't wanna get stuck so I said, \"What the heck\n  I left my money in the truck so won't you pick up the check\"\n  And the next move, you might think it's tasteless\n  But I gave her a tip and got ghost with the waitress\n\n  (Xzibit)\n  We rip shows, and hoes drop clothes backstage it's funny\n  The shit bitches do for money\n  Only jockin on a nigga with his name in lights\n  I'd rather kickback relax and play the shades real tight\n  Yo last time, caught it with this fresh-ass hooker\n  Kept runnin her mouth about what it last meant to her\n  I said, \"Look hon, all I gots is blunts, forties\n  A couple of brothers cause I don't know the kids before me\n  You're trippin.\" Dip into the streets to chill\n  Nigga these days, I'm gettin PJ's, on the freeways\n  It's lovely, I get home, blaze up another drink\n  Of somethin kinda stronger, to make the funk last longer\n  Yo, it's the one and only who welp the bitches\n  Thinkin they got me but yo they gettin they-self\n  I'm a bomb like the stealth, and hit way up above your wealth\n  You felt the vibe when I tapped that ass\n\n  Chorus\n"}]