[{"id":32554796,"name":"Me in Your World","trackName":"Me in Your World","artistName":"Tha Dogg Pound","albumName":"Live at the House of Blues","duration":193.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"So this that new shit from the West Coast Aftershock\nComin' from me and Dash\nYou know what I mean?\nYeah, that shit is gangster\nThat shit is gangster\nCome on, come on\nGo ahead, tell me what you want me to do\nCome on, come on\nLet's say\n\nWhat's up, Dash?\n\nNow if I did it, I done it\nSaid the battle just started and I gun it\n\nFor niggas who ain't down who I ride for\nThat nigga that's Kurupt Dogg Pound death row\nHere we go, Blood or Crip, it don't matter\nI'm blastin' out cast those who separate me from my goals\nWithout a doubt, killin' me, turn 'em out\nNotice the way that I shake, rattle and roll\nAnd like your mom and grand-enthusiastic ass two knives\nKaboom, we mash up on the scene as a team\nSculpt you out and cut you down like a guillotine\n\nMy homies stringin' from seeds who thought foolishness\nSchoolin' the soul rap game, we rulin' this\nWe doin' this, pursuin' this, major\n\nLike I made your paper\nWith my dog shit behavior, I cave ya\nChest in, bruise your ribs\nWith a global skills like taxi\nKnockin' your ass out like Bruno\nYou know I breathe death to what your whole fuckin' camp\nGet in your skin, kill anything that live\nI never ever thought Dr. Dre, Kurupt, call your bluff\n\nComin' with skills to smash stuff\n\nYou know it's hardcore, you know it's raw\nYou know it's hardcore, I break your jaw\nI fuckin' touch you many times with rhymes\nI combine and blow minds\nWith the ways I design too many fuckin' times\n\nThe author of our phoenix\nWhen I was young, I played games with skirts how to go get it\nTies laced in the clinic, I learned quick\nTo always keep a leash and hat on my dick\n\nI know you're trippin' off me and what play I do\nBut I ain't trippin' off you or what you say I do\nIt's time for war, me and they all runnin' again\nEmpty clip, reload and start gunnin' again\nIt's hard to remember, Kurupt, you never get that far\nNo matter who you are, I found you can shine like stars\nI use patience in the plannin' of my sight\nTo the corners of deuce five where it's live and it's loud\n\nI'm put in a position where I think\nThen I'm 'bout to beat 'em, see purple, blue and pink\nTake what's yours, break down your doors\nHardcore, radical, rough and raw\nWhen you come talkin' what you talk\nIt's me I'm 'bout to stomp and I\nFrom L.A. to New York\nOn to the city of fear\n\nWhere all my niggas at keepin' it real\nOr we in Shan Hill\n\nTo the south, to the east, to the north\nKurupt grabbin' it, I'm 'bout to rip it off\nI rocks the West, so tell me who rocks the West?\nI rocks the spot without Glocks and homicidal shots\nI leave the scene like a quake 'cause I leave 'em shakin'\nAnd they all shake tryin' to take the money that I make\nYou never get past three rounds\nThree rhymes, three MCs in three towns\nI came to put it down\nAnd lay all three of these motherfuckers down on the ground\n\nCome on, you know it's me and your world, Dash\nIt's about the bitches? Nah, it's about the cash\nMove quick, move fast, the real again\nLeavin' motherfuckers stranded like Gilligan\nKillin' like Gilligan\nI got money on my mind, I'm posted at the palm\n\nSittin' in my room with a pad writin' rhymes\nDimes on the nickels, nickels on the dimes\nThe quarters, thousands, the million dollar rhymes\nYou know it's me and your world, Dash\n\nIt's about the bitches? Nah, it's about the cash\nMove quick, move fast, the real again\nLeavin' motherfuckers stranded like Gilligan\nKillin' like Gilligan\nI got on my mind","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.27] So this that new shit from the West Coast Aftershock\n[00:03.22] Comin' from me and Dash\n[00:04.93] You know what I mean?\n[00:05.73] Yeah, that shit is gangster\n[00:07.58] That shit is gangster\n[00:09.26] Come on, come on\n[00:10.69] Go ahead, tell me what you want me to do\n[00:12.34] Come on, come on\n[00:13.59] Let's say\n[00:15.99] \n[00:21.27] What's up, Dash?\n[00:23.68] Now if I did it, I done it\n[00:25.28] Said the battle just started and I gun it\n[00:27.10] For niggas who ain't down who I ride for\n[00:29.63] That nigga that's Kurupt Dogg Pound death row\n[00:32.17] Here we go, Blood or Crip, it don't matter\n[00:34.06] I'm blastin' out cast those who separate me from my goals\n[00:37.06] Without a doubt, killin' me, turn 'em out\n[00:39.21] Notice the way that I shake, rattle and roll\n[00:41.64] And like your mom and grand-enthusiastic ass two knives\n[00:44.12] Kaboom, we mash up on the scene as a team\n[00:46.77] Sculpt you out and cut you down like a guillotine\n[00:49.11] My homies stringin' from seeds who thought foolishness\n[00:51.75] Schoolin' the soul rap game, we rulin' this\n[00:53.88] We doin' this, pursuin' this, major\n[00:55.93] Like I made your paper\n[00:57.19] With my dog shit behavior, I cave ya\n[00:59.25] Chest in, bruise your ribs\n[01:00.96] With a global skills like taxi\n[01:02.61] Knockin' your ass out like Bruno\n[01:03.98] You know I breathe death to what your whole fuckin' camp\n[01:06.97] Get in your skin, kill anything that live\n[01:09.00] I never ever thought Dr. Dre, Kurupt, call your bluff\n[01:12.42] Comin' with skills to smash stuff\n[01:14.00] You know it's hardcore, you know it's raw\n[01:16.62] You know it's hardcore, I break your jaw\n[01:18.59] I fuckin' touch you many times with rhymes\n[01:20.46] I combine and blow minds\n[01:21.72] With the ways I design too many fuckin' times\n[01:24.33] The author of our phoenix\n[01:25.75] When I was young, I played games with skirts how to go get it\n[01:28.60] Ties laced in the clinic, I learned quick\n[01:31.21] To always keep a leash and hat on my dick\n[01:34.24] I know you're trippin' off me and what play I do\n[01:36.40] But I ain't trippin' off you or what you say I do\n[01:39.24] It's time for war, me and they all runnin' again\n[01:41.92] Empty clip, reload and start gunnin' again\n[01:44.37] It's hard to remember, Kurupt, you never get that far\n[01:46.81] No matter who you are, I found you can shine like stars\n[01:49.43] I use patience in the plannin' of my sight\n[01:52.12] To the corners of deuce five where it's live and it's loud\n[01:54.93] I'm put in a position where I think\n[01:57.31] Then I'm 'bout to beat 'em, see purple, blue and pink\n[01:59.94] Take what's yours, break down your doors\n[02:02.48] Hardcore, radical, rough and raw\n[02:04.60] When you come talkin' what you talk\n[02:06.78] It's me I'm 'bout to stomp and I\n[02:08.48] From L.A. to New York\n[02:10.05] On to the city of fear\n[02:11.64] Where all my niggas at keepin' it real\n[02:13.89] Or we in Shan Hill\n[02:15.34] To the south, to the east, to the north\n[02:17.41] Kurupt grabbin' it, I'm 'bout to rip it off\n[02:19.89] I rocks the West, so tell me who rocks the West?\n[02:22.35] I rocks the spot without Glocks and homicidal shots\n[02:25.02] I leave the scene like a quake 'cause I leave 'em shakin'\n[02:27.42] And they all shake tryin' to take the money that I make\n[02:30.04] You never get past three rounds\n[02:32.08] Three rhymes, three MCs in three towns\n[02:34.44] I came to put it down\n[02:36.38] And lay all three of these motherfuckers down on the ground\n[02:39.24] Come on, you know it's me and your world, Dash\n[02:41.84] It's about the bitches? Nah, it's about the cash\n[02:44.39] Move quick, move fast, the real again\n[02:46.59] Leavin' motherfuckers stranded like Gilligan\n[02:48.75] Killin' like Gilligan\n[02:49.94] I got money on my mind, I'm posted at the palm\n[02:52.71] Sittin' in my room with a pad writin' rhymes\n[02:55.33] Dimes on the nickels, nickels on the dimes\n[02:57.76] The quarters, thousands, the million dollar rhymes\n[02:59.95] You know it's me and your world, Dash\n[03:02.05] It's about the bitches? 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147420\n- text: And they all shake tryin' to take the money that I make\n  start_ms: 147420\n  end_ms: 150040\n- text: You never get past three rounds\n  start_ms: 150040\n  end_ms: 152080\n- text: Three rhymes, three MCs in three towns\n  start_ms: 152080\n  end_ms: 154440\n- text: I came to put it down\n  start_ms: 154440\n  end_ms: 156380\n- text: And lay all three of these motherfuckers down on the ground\n  start_ms: 156380\n  end_ms: 159240\n- text: Come on, you know it's me and your world, Dash\n  start_ms: 159240\n  end_ms: 161840\n- text: It's about the bitches? 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Nah, it's about the cash\n  start_ms: 182050\n  end_ms: 184500\n- text: Move quick, move fast, the real again\n  start_ms: 184500\n  end_ms: 186760\n- text: Leavin' motherfuckers stranded like Gilligan\n  start_ms: 186760\n  end_ms: 188900\n- text: Killin' like Gilligan\n  start_ms: 188900\n  end_ms: 190190\n- text: I got on my mind\n  start_ms: 190190\n  end_ms: 192960\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 192960\nplain: |-\n  So this that new shit from the West Coast Aftershock\n  Comin' from me and Dash\n  You know what I mean?\n  Yeah, that shit is gangster\n  That shit is gangster\n  Come on, come on\n  Go ahead, tell me what you want me to do\n  Come on, come on\n  Let's say\n\n  What's up, Dash?\n\n  Now if I did it, I done it\n  Said the battle just started and I gun it\n\n  For niggas who ain't down who I ride for\n  That nigga that's Kurupt Dogg Pound death row\n  Here we go, Blood or Crip, it don't matter\n  I'm blastin' out cast those who separate me from my goals\n  Without a doubt, killin' me, turn 'em out\n  Notice the way that I shake, rattle and roll\n  And like your mom and grand-enthusiastic ass two knives\n  Kaboom, we mash up on the scene as a team\n  Sculpt you out and cut you down like a guillotine\n\n  My homies stringin' from seeds who thought foolishness\n  Schoolin' the soul rap game, we rulin' this\n  We doin' this, pursuin' this, major\n\n  Like I made your paper\n  With my dog shit behavior, I cave ya\n  Chest in, bruise your ribs\n  With a global skills like taxi\n  Knockin' your ass out like Bruno\n  You know I breathe death to what your whole fuckin' camp\n  Get in your skin, kill anything that live\n  I never ever thought Dr. Dre, Kurupt, call your bluff\n\n  Comin' with skills to smash stuff\n\n  You know it's hardcore, you know it's raw\n  You know it's hardcore, I break your jaw\n  I fuckin' touch you many times with rhymes\n  I combine and blow minds\n  With the ways I design too many fuckin' times\n\n  The author of our phoenix\n  When I was young, I played games with skirts how to go get it\n  Ties laced in the clinic, I learned quick\n  To always keep a leash and hat on my dick\n\n  I know you're trippin' off me and what play I do\n  But I ain't trippin' off you or what you say I do\n  It's time for war, me and they all runnin' again\n  Empty clip, reload and start gunnin' again\n  It's hard to remember, Kurupt, you never get that far\n  No matter who you are, I found you can shine like stars\n  I use patience in the plannin' of my sight\n  To the corners of deuce five where it's live and it's loud\n\n  I'm put in a position where I think\n  Then I'm 'bout to beat 'em, see purple, blue and pink\n  Take what's yours, break down your doors\n  Hardcore, radical, rough and raw\n  When you come talkin' what you talk\n  It's me I'm 'bout to stomp and I\n  From L.A. to New York\n  On to the city of fear\n\n  Where all my niggas at keepin' it real\n  Or we in Shan Hill\n\n  To the south, to the east, to the north\n  Kurupt grabbin' it, I'm 'bout to rip it off\n  I rocks the West, so tell me who rocks the West?\n  I rocks the spot without Glocks and homicidal shots\n  I leave the scene like a quake 'cause I leave 'em shakin'\n  And they all shake tryin' to take the money that I make\n  You never get past three rounds\n  Three rhymes, three MCs in three towns\n  I came to put it down\n  And lay all three of these motherfuckers down on the ground\n\n  Come on, you know it's me and your world, Dash\n  It's about the bitches? Nah, it's about the cash\n  Move quick, move fast, the real again\n  Leavin' motherfuckers stranded like Gilligan\n  Killin' like Gilligan\n  I got money on my mind, I'm posted at the palm\n\n  Sittin' in my room with a pad writin' rhymes\n  Dimes on the nickels, nickels on the dimes\n  The quarters, thousands, the million dollar rhymes\n  You know it's me and your world, Dash\n\n  It's about the bitches? Nah, it's about the cash\n  Move quick, move fast, the real again\n  Leavin' motherfuckers stranded like Gilligan\n  Killin' like Gilligan\n  I got on my mind\n"}]