[{"id":4875939,"name":"Ghetto","trackName":"Ghetto","artistName":"Tha Eastsidaz","albumName":"Snoop Dogg presents Tha Eastsidaz","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What's crack-a-lackin', baby girl?\nYou know I keep it ghetto fabulous everyday\nYep, in a real way, hey, hey, hey\n\nLook, now what would a girl like you do wit a G like me\nYou probably couldn't handle it\nI'll pop a bottle and get a few candles lit\nNow the scene is set as we sip on some Moet, ya, ya\n\nRock your Tims, sag your jeans\nIce your grill, it's all good wit me\n24's [Incomprehensible] doors\nAin't no doubt, I'm down to roll\n\nI\n(Love it)\nThe way you talk to me\n(Love it)\nAnd your walk gets me\n(Love it)\nYou know how I like it, boy\n\nGhetto, so ghetto\nThat's how my baby rolls\nAnd that's how we really know\nThat's ghetto, so ghetto\nThat's where my baby from\nAnd that's how we gettin' it done\nSo ghetto\n\nHit your block, check your spot\nIf the block is hot, lay up in the spot, baby\nRoll your dice, get your cash\nI'ma down, shawty, you ain't gotta ask\n\nI\n(Love it)\n'Cause you keep it ghetto\n(Love it)\nLet me be your lover\n(Love it)\nBaby, all I want is that\n\nGhetto, so ghetto\nThat's how my baby rolls\nAnd that's how we really know\nThat's ghetto, so ghetto\nThat's where my baby from\nAnd that's how we be gettin' it done\nSo ghetto\n\nGhetto love and I shoot it like cupid\nSnoopin' wit Snoopy, we can get a little stupid\nKelly, Kelly, won't you tell me how you feelin' now?\nYou in the Phantom top dippin' wit the criminal\n\nYeah, so G I be\nMysterious, an' furious, an' curiously\nSo serious, injuriously, luxuriously\nGhetto, ghetto fabulous Snoop D O double G\n\nI\n(Love it)\n'Cause you keep it ghetto\n(Love it)\nLet me be your lover\n(Love it)\nBaby, all I want is that\n\nGhetto, so ghetto\nThat's how my baby rolls\nAnd that's how we really know\nThat's ghetto, so ghetto\nThat's where my baby from\nAnd that's how we be getting' it done\nSo ghetto","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ghetto\n  artist: Tha Eastsidaz\n  album: Snoop Dogg presents Tha Eastsidaz\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  What's crack-a-lackin', baby girl?\n  You know I keep it ghetto fabulous everyday\n  Yep, in a real way, hey, hey, hey\n\n  Look, now what would a girl like you do wit a G like me\n  You probably couldn't handle it\n  I'll pop a bottle and get a few candles lit\n  Now the scene is set as we sip on some Moet, ya, ya\n\n  Rock your Tims, sag your jeans\n  Ice your grill, it's all good wit me\n  24's [Incomprehensible] doors\n  Ain't no doubt, I'm down to roll\n\n  I\n  (Love it)\n  The way you talk to me\n  (Love it)\n  And your walk gets me\n  (Love it)\n  You know how I like it, boy\n\n  Ghetto, so ghetto\n  That's how my baby rolls\n  And that's how we really know\n  That's ghetto, so ghetto\n  That's where my baby from\n  And that's how we gettin' it done\n  So ghetto\n\n  Hit your block, check your spot\n  If the block is hot, lay up in the spot, baby\n  Roll your dice, get your cash\n  I'ma down, shawty, you ain't gotta ask\n\n  I\n  (Love it)\n  'Cause you keep it ghetto\n  (Love it)\n  Let me be your lover\n  (Love it)\n  Baby, all I want is that\n\n  Ghetto, so ghetto\n  That's how my baby rolls\n  And that's how we really know\n  That's ghetto, so ghetto\n  That's where my baby from\n  And that's how we be gettin' it done\n  So ghetto\n\n  Ghetto love and I shoot it like cupid\n  Snoopin' wit Snoopy, we can get a little stupid\n  Kelly, Kelly, won't you tell me how you feelin' now?\n  You in the Phantom top dippin' wit the criminal\n\n  Yeah, so G I be\n  Mysterious, an' furious, an' curiously\n  So serious, injuriously, luxuriously\n  Ghetto, ghetto fabulous Snoop D O double G\n\n  I\n  (Love it)\n  'Cause you keep it ghetto\n  (Love it)\n  Let me be your lover\n  (Love it)\n  Baby, all I want is that\n\n  Ghetto, so ghetto\n  That's how my baby rolls\n  And that's how we really know\n  That's ghetto, so ghetto\n  That's where my baby from\n  And that's how we be getting' it done\n  So ghetto\n"},{"id":30634909,"name":"Ghetto","trackName":"Ghetto","artistName":"Tha Eastsidaz","albumName":"Snoop Dogg presents Tha Eastsidaz","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What's crack-a-lackin', baby girl?\nYou know I keep it ghetto fabulous everyday\nYep, in a real way, hey, hey, hey\n\nLook, now what would a girl like you do wit a G like me\nYou probably couldn't handle it\nI'll pop a bottle and get a few candles lit\nNow the scene is set as we sip on some Moet, ya, ya\n\nRock your Tims, sag your jeans\nIce your grill, it's all good wit me\n24's [Incomprehensible] doors\nAin't no doubt, I'm down to roll\n\nI\n(Love it)\nThe way you talk to me\n(Love it)\nAnd your walk gets me\n(Love it)\nYou know how I like it, boy\n\nGhetto, so ghetto\nThat's how my baby rolls\nAnd that's how we really know\nThat's ghetto, so ghetto\nThat's where my baby from\nAnd that's how we gettin' it done\nSo ghetto\n\nHit your block, check your spot\nIf the block is hot, lay up in the spot, baby\nRoll your dice, get your cash\nI'ma down, shawty, you ain't gotta ask\n\nI\n(Love it)\n'Cause you keep it ghetto\n(Love it)\nLet me be your lover\n(Love it)\nBaby, all I want is that\n\nGhetto, so ghetto\nThat's how my baby rolls\nAnd that's how we really know\nThat's ghetto, so ghetto\nThat's where my baby from\nAnd that's how we be gettin' it done\nSo ghetto\n\nGhetto love and I shoot it like cupid\nSnoopin' wit Snoopy, we can get a little stupid\nKelly, Kelly, won't you tell me how you feelin' now?\nYou in the Phantom top dippin' wit the criminal\n\nYeah, so G I be\nMysterious, an' furious, an' curiously\nSo serious, injuriously, luxuriously\nGhetto, ghetto fabulous Snoop D O double G\n\nI\n(Love it)\n'Cause you keep it ghetto\n(Love it)\nLet me be your lover\n(Love it)\nBaby, all I want is that\n\nGhetto, so ghetto\nThat's how my baby rolls\nAnd that's how we really know\nThat's ghetto, so ghetto\nThat's where my baby from\nAnd that's how we be getting' it done\nSo ghetto","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ghetto\n  artist: Tha Eastsidaz\n  album: Snoop Dogg presents Tha Eastsidaz\n  duration_ms: 257000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  What's crack-a-lackin', baby girl?\n  You know I keep it ghetto fabulous everyday\n  Yep, in a real way, hey, hey, hey\n\n  Look, now what would a girl like you do wit a G like me\n  You probably couldn't handle it\n  I'll pop a bottle and get a few candles lit\n  Now the scene is set as we sip on some Moet, ya, ya\n\n  Rock your Tims, sag your jeans\n  Ice your grill, it's all good wit me\n  24's [Incomprehensible] doors\n  Ain't no doubt, I'm down to roll\n\n  I\n  (Love it)\n  The way you talk to me\n  (Love it)\n  And your walk gets me\n  (Love it)\n  You know how I like it, boy\n\n  Ghetto, so ghetto\n  That's how my baby rolls\n  And that's how we really know\n  That's ghetto, so ghetto\n  That's where my baby from\n  And that's how we gettin' it done\n  So ghetto\n\n  Hit your block, check your spot\n  If the block is hot, lay up in the spot, baby\n  Roll your dice, get your cash\n  I'ma down, shawty, you ain't gotta ask\n\n  I\n  (Love it)\n  'Cause you keep it ghetto\n  (Love it)\n  Let me be your lover\n  (Love it)\n  Baby, all I want is that\n\n  Ghetto, so ghetto\n  That's how my baby rolls\n  And that's how we really know\n  That's ghetto, so ghetto\n  That's where my baby from\n  And that's how we be gettin' it done\n  So ghetto\n\n  Ghetto love and I shoot it like cupid\n  Snoopin' wit Snoopy, we can get a little stupid\n  Kelly, Kelly, won't you tell me how you feelin' now?\n  You in the Phantom top dippin' wit the criminal\n\n  Yeah, so G I be\n  Mysterious, an' furious, an' curiously\n  So serious, injuriously, luxuriously\n  Ghetto, ghetto fabulous Snoop D O double G\n\n  I\n  (Love it)\n  'Cause you keep it ghetto\n  (Love it)\n  Let me be your lover\n  (Love it)\n  Baby, all I want is that\n\n  Ghetto, so ghetto\n  That's how my baby rolls\n  And that's how we really know\n  That's ghetto, so ghetto\n  That's where my baby from\n  And that's how we be getting' it done\n  So ghetto\n"},{"id":37198924,"name":"Ghetto","trackName":"Ghetto","artistName":"Tha Eastsidaz","albumName":"Snoop Dogg presents Tha Eastsidaz","duration":328.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What's crack-a-lackin', baby girl?\nYou know I keep it ghetto fabulous everyday\nYep, in a real way, hey, hey, hey\n\nLook, now what would a girl like you do wit a G like me\nYou probably couldn't handle it\nI'll pop a bottle and get a few candles lit\nNow the scene is set as we sip on some Moet, ya, ya\n\nRock your Tims, sag your jeans\nIce your grill, it's all good wit me\n24's [Incomprehensible] doors\nAin't no doubt, I'm down to roll\n\nI\n(Love it)\nThe way you talk to me\n(Love it)\nAnd your walk gets me\n(Love it)\nYou know how I like it, boy\n\nGhetto, so ghetto\nThat's how my baby rolls\nAnd that's how we really know\nThat's ghetto, so ghetto\nThat's where my baby from\nAnd that's how we gettin' it done\nSo ghetto\n\nHit your block, check your spot\nIf the block is hot, lay up in the spot, baby\nRoll your dice, get your cash\nI'ma down, shawty, you ain't gotta ask\n\nI\n(Love it)\n'Cause you keep it ghetto\n(Love it)\nLet me be your lover\n(Love it)\nBaby, all I want is that\n\nGhetto, so ghetto\nThat's how my baby rolls\nAnd that's how we really know\nThat's ghetto, so ghetto\nThat's where my baby from\nAnd that's how we be gettin' it done\nSo ghetto\n\nGhetto love and I shoot it like cupid\nSnoopin' wit Snoopy, we can get a little stupid\nKelly, Kelly, won't you tell me how you feelin' now?\nYou in the Phantom top dippin' wit the criminal\n\nYeah, so G I be\nMysterious, an' furious, an' curiously\nSo serious, injuriously, luxuriously\nGhetto, ghetto fabulous Snoop D O double G\n\nI\n(Love it)\n'Cause you keep it ghetto\n(Love it)\nLet me be your lover\n(Love it)\nBaby, all I want is that\n\nGhetto, so ghetto\nThat's how my baby rolls\nAnd that's how we really know\nThat's ghetto, so ghetto\nThat's where my baby from\nAnd that's how we be getting' it done\nSo ghetto","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ghetto\n  artist: Tha Eastsidaz\n  album: Snoop Dogg presents Tha Eastsidaz\n  duration_ms: 328000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  What's crack-a-lackin', baby girl?\n  You know I keep it ghetto fabulous everyday\n  Yep, in a real way, hey, hey, hey\n\n  Look, now what would a girl like you do wit a G like me\n  You probably couldn't handle it\n  I'll pop a bottle and get a few candles lit\n  Now the scene is set as we sip on some Moet, ya, ya\n\n  Rock your Tims, sag your jeans\n  Ice your grill, it's all good wit me\n  24's [Incomprehensible] doors\n  Ain't no doubt, I'm down to roll\n\n  I\n  (Love it)\n  The way you talk to me\n  (Love it)\n  And your walk gets me\n  (Love it)\n  You know how I like it, boy\n\n  Ghetto, so ghetto\n  That's how my baby rolls\n  And that's how we really know\n  That's ghetto, so ghetto\n  That's where my baby from\n  And that's how we gettin' it done\n  So ghetto\n\n  Hit your block, check your spot\n  If the block is hot, lay up in the spot, baby\n  Roll your dice, get your cash\n  I'ma down, shawty, you ain't gotta ask\n\n  I\n  (Love it)\n  'Cause you keep it ghetto\n  (Love it)\n  Let me be your lover\n  (Love it)\n  Baby, all I want is that\n\n  Ghetto, so ghetto\n  That's how my baby rolls\n  And that's how we really know\n  That's ghetto, so ghetto\n  That's where my baby from\n  And that's how we be gettin' it done\n  So ghetto\n\n  Ghetto love and I shoot it like cupid\n  Snoopin' wit Snoopy, we can get a little stupid\n  Kelly, Kelly, won't you tell me how you 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few candles lit\nNow the scene is set as we sip on some Moet, ya, ya\n\nRock your Tims, sag your jeans\nIce your grill, it's all good wit me\n24's [Incomprehensible] doors\nAin't no doubt, I'm down to roll\n\nI\n(Love it)\nThe way you talk to me\n(Love it)\nAnd your walk gets me\n(Love it)\nYou know how I like it, boy\n\nGhetto, so ghetto\nThat's how my baby rolls\nAnd that's how we really know\nThat's ghetto, so ghetto\nThat's where my baby from\nAnd that's how we gettin' it done\nSo ghetto\n\nHit your block, check your spot\nIf the block is hot, lay up in the spot, baby\nRoll your dice, get your cash\nI'ma down, shawty, you ain't gotta ask\n\nI\n(Love it)\n'Cause you keep it ghetto\n(Love it)\nLet me be your lover\n(Love it)\nBaby, all I want is that\n\nGhetto, so ghetto\nThat's how my baby rolls\nAnd that's how we really know\nThat's ghetto, so ghetto\nThat's where my baby from\nAnd that's how we be gettin' it done\nSo ghetto\n\nGhetto love and I shoot it like cupid\nSnoopin' wit Snoopy, we can get a little stupid\nKelly, Kelly, won't you tell me how you feelin' now?\nYou in the Phantom top dippin' wit the criminal\n\nYeah, so G I be\nMysterious, an' furious, an' curiously\nSo serious, injuriously, luxuriously\nGhetto, ghetto fabulous Snoop D O double G\n\nI\n(Love it)\n'Cause you keep it ghetto\n(Love it)\nLet me be your lover\n(Love it)\nBaby, all I want is that\n\nGhetto, so ghetto\nThat's how my baby rolls\nAnd that's how we really know\nThat's ghetto, so ghetto\nThat's where my baby from\nAnd that's how we be getting' it done\nSo ghetto","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ghetto life\n  artist: Tha Eastsidaz ft Kokane, Kam & Nate Dogg\n  album: Tha Eastsidaz\n  duration_ms: 279273\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  What's crack-a-lackin', baby girl?\n  You know I keep it ghetto fabulous everyday\n  Yep, in a real way, hey, hey, hey\n\n  Look, now what would a girl like you do wit a G like me\n  You probably couldn't handle it\n  I'll pop a bottle and get a few candles lit\n  Now the scene is set as we sip on some Moet, ya, ya\n\n  Rock your Tims, sag your jeans\n  Ice your grill, it's all good wit me\n  24's [Incomprehensible] doors\n  Ain't no doubt, I'm down to roll\n\n  I\n  (Love it)\n  The way you talk to me\n  (Love it)\n  And your walk gets me\n  (Love it)\n  You know how I like it, boy\n\n  Ghetto, so ghetto\n  That's how my baby rolls\n  And that's how we really know\n  That's ghetto, so ghetto\n  That's where my baby from\n  And that's how we gettin' it done\n  So ghetto\n\n  Hit your block, check your spot\n  If the block is hot, lay up in the spot, baby\n  Roll your dice, get your cash\n  I'ma down, shawty, you ain't gotta ask\n\n  I\n  (Love it)\n  'Cause you keep it ghetto\n  (Love it)\n  Let me be your lover\n  (Love it)\n  Baby, all I want is that\n\n  Ghetto, so ghetto\n  That's how my baby rolls\n  And that's how we really know\n  That's ghetto, so ghetto\n  That's where my baby from\n  And that's how we be gettin' it done\n  So ghetto\n\n  Ghetto love and I shoot it like cupid\n  Snoopin' wit Snoopy, we can get a little stupid\n  Kelly, Kelly, won't you tell me how you feelin' now?\n  You in the Phantom top dippin' wit the criminal\n\n  Yeah, so G I be\n  Mysterious, an' furious, an' curiously\n  So serious, injuriously, luxuriously\n  Ghetto, ghetto fabulous Snoop D O double G\n\n  I\n  (Love it)\n  'Cause you keep it ghetto\n  (Love it)\n  Let me be your lover\n  (Love it)\n  Baby, all I want is that\n\n  Ghetto, so ghetto\n  That's how my baby rolls\n  And that's how we really know\n  That's ghetto, so ghetto\n  That's where my baby from\n  And that's how we be getting' it done\n  So ghetto\n"},{"id":16626802,"name":"Ghetto (feat. 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Tha Eastsidaz","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What's crack-a-lackin', baby girl?\nYou know I keep it ghetto fabulous everyday\nYep, in a real way, hey, hey, hey\n\nLook, now what would a girl like you do wit a G like me\nYou probably couldn't handle it\nI'll pop a bottle and get a few candles lit\nNow the scene is set as we sip on some Moet, ya, ya\n\nRock your Tims, sag your jeans\nIce your grill, it's all good wit me\n24's [Incomprehensible] doors\nAin't no doubt, I'm down to roll\n\nI\n(Love it)\nThe way you talk to me\n(Love it)\nAnd your walk gets me\n(Love it)\nYou know how I like it, boy\n\nGhetto, so ghetto\nThat's how my baby rolls\nAnd that's how we really know\nThat's ghetto, so ghetto\nThat's where my baby from\nAnd that's how we gettin' it done\nSo ghetto\n\nHit your block, check your spot\nIf the block is hot, lay up in the spot, baby\nRoll your dice, get your cash\nI'ma down, shawty, you ain't gotta ask\n\nI\n(Love it)\n'Cause you keep it ghetto\n(Love it)\nLet me be your lover\n(Love it)\nBaby, all I want is that\n\nGhetto, so ghetto\nThat's how my baby rolls\nAnd that's how we really know\nThat's ghetto, so ghetto\nThat's where my baby from\nAnd that's how we be gettin' it done\nSo ghetto\n\nGhetto love and I shoot it like cupid\nSnoopin' wit Snoopy, we can get a little stupid\nKelly, Kelly, won't you tell me how you feelin' now?\nYou in the Phantom top dippin' wit the criminal\n\nYeah, so G I be\nMysterious, an' furious, an' curiously\nSo serious, injuriously, luxuriously\nGhetto, ghetto fabulous Snoop D O double G\n\nI\n(Love it)\n'Cause you keep it ghetto\n(Love it)\nLet me be your lover\n(Love it)\nBaby, all I want is that\n\nGhetto, so ghetto\nThat's how my baby rolls\nAnd that's how we really know\nThat's ghetto, so ghetto\nThat's where my baby from\nAnd that's how we be getting' it done\nSo ghetto","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ghetto (feat. Kokane, Kam And Nate Dogg)\n  artist: Tha Eastsidaz\n  album: Snoop Dogg Pres. 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I'm committed 'til the day I drop\nSlanging rocks, spraying shots, saying fuck the cops\nLocked up in the Chevy and my switches is hot\nDaytons hang as I swang on the bitches I spot\nBandana on the antenna, swanging and riding\nEastside, ghetto life and surviving\n\nMe and my brother had to walk to school\nI used to get hand-me-down clothes from Joe Cool\nA couple of Dickies with some Croaker sacks\nDamn, cuz, I can't believe my kin folk gave me that\nHad a nigga looking G'd up with the scarf on my head\nStealer sheets on my bed\nI eat bologna sandwiches without no motherfucking bread\nI stole a pack of chips with the big homie Fred\nNow we sipping on some Kool-Aid\nI got suspended from school for cussing out the teacher's aide\nAnd now I'm about to get a whooping\nBut you know I'm steady wolfing on the side where they ride the most\nEastside of the beach, Westside of the coast\nAnd we ghetto like a motherfucking hot buttered toast\nIn the morning with some government cheese\nWe keep it ghetto like a nigga shooting dice on them knees\nGet your money first, rule number one, hello\nLiving it up is living life in the ghetto\n\nI was born, coming up from the ghetto\nWhere the OG's never let go, this is something we had to know\nHow to be real sneaky, watch niggas that try to creep on me\nStay away from the ones that's shady\nThat's what my mama always told me\n\nWhen you're coming up from the ghetto (Ghetto, in the ghetto)\n(Ghetto, Ghetto, in the ghetto)\n(Ghetto, fabulous, Ghetto, Ghetto)\n(Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, fabulous, Ghetto)\n(In the ghetto, Ghetto, in the ghetto)\n(Ghetto, fabulous, Ghetto, Ghetto)\n(Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, fabulous, Ghetto)\n(In the ghetto, Ghetto, Eastside, Ghetto)\n(Ghetto, fabulous, Ghetto, Eastside, Ghetto)\n(Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, fabulous, Ghetto)\n(Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, fabulous, Ghetto)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ghetto (Featuring Kokane, Kam, and Nate Dogg)\n  artist: Tha Eastsidaz\n  album: Snoop Dogg Presents Tha Eastsidaz\n  duration_ms: 278407\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I was born, coming up from the ghetto\n  Where the OG's never let go, this is something I had to know\n  How to be real sneaky, watch niggas that try to creep on me\n  Stay away from the ones that's shady\n  That's what my mama always told me\n\n  When you're living on the Eastside (Ghetto, in the ghetto)\n  I never know what my life would be (Ghetto, in the ghetto)\n  I see you at the junkie ville (Ghetto, in the ghetto)\n  When you're coming from the Eastside (Ghetto, in the ghetto)\n  I see you at the junkie ville\n\n  I'm ready to rock, ready to roll, now check this mack out\n  Bet your boyfriend ain't knowing\n  That I'm steadily blowing your back out\n  Now watch me crack out on these niggas and bounce out on these hoes\n  Get at 'em like \"What's up trick?\" You know how it goes, Friday night\n  Club was about to close and I was looking fabulous\n  So I, got up to stretch about to catch me one of these stragglers\n  True Eastside doggs, and we barking not simping\n  Young hogs about that time to start this parking lot pimping\n  I keep that thing hot, posted in the same spot\n  Nothing but my khaki shorts, house shoes, boxers and my slingshot\n  I'm from the home of the riots, that's before the peace died\n  But I'm still hollering out \"Eastside!\"\n\n  What y'all busters gon' do\n  When the pimps, bangers and hustlers smash on you\n  It ain't about who's selling the most 'caine\n  Put us all together, nigga, this who run things\n  If you can't hang, stay the fuck out the kitchen\n  Bitch, I'm Ghetto Fab'd out, so fuck politicking\n  Waiting for a chance and the shit'll never happen\n  Time is money and when you get it, keep it cracking\n  All you hear is, where my two weeks' rent\n  I keep the Goodyear grip, so the dubs don't slip\n  If you want my claims, I think you best to make a change\n  So close your eyes when I let my back end hang\n  It's down to ride 'til the motherfucking wheels fall off\n  Goldie's got Daytons, Goldie's got Daytons, boss\n\n  Since birth to the turf, I've been a goddamn fool\n  Old school motherfucker breaking jaws and rules\n  Choose to bang, who's to blame but myself and the set?\n  All my peers through the years steady getting it wet\n  Give me a rep, that's what I wanted most in my life\n  Did it all like a hawk, so I'm toting my stripes\n  Will I quit it? I'm committed 'til the day I drop\n  Slanging rocks, spraying shots, saying fuck the cops\n  Locked up in the Chevy and my switches is hot\n  Daytons hang as I swang on the bitches I spot\n  Bandana on the antenna, swanging and riding\n  Eastside, ghetto life and surviving\n\n  Me and my brother had to walk to school\n  I used to get hand-me-down clothes from Joe Cool\n  A couple of Dickies with some Croaker sacks\n  Damn, cuz, I can't believe my kin folk gave me that\n  Had a nigga looking G'd up with the scarf on my head\n  Stealer sheets on my bed\n  I eat bologna sandwiches without no motherfucking bread\n  I stole a pack of chips with the big homie Fred\n  Now we sipping on some Kool-Aid\n  I got suspended from school for cussing out the teacher's aide\n  And now I'm about to get a whooping\n  But you know I'm steady wolfing on the side where they ride the most\n  Eastside of the beach, Westside of the coast\n  And we ghetto like a motherfucking hot buttered toast\n  In the morning with some government cheese\n  We keep it ghetto like a nigga shooting dice on them knees\n  Get your money first, rule number one, hello\n  Living it up is living life in the ghetto\n\n  I was born, coming up from the ghetto\n  Where the OG's never let go, this is something we had to know\n  How to be real sneaky, watch niggas that try to creep on me\n  Stay away from the ones that's shady\n  That's what my mama always told me\n\n  When you're coming up from the ghetto (Ghetto, in the ghetto)\n  (Ghetto, Ghetto, in the ghetto)\n  (Ghetto, fabulous, Ghetto, Ghetto)\n  (Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, fabulous, Ghetto)\n  (In the ghetto, Ghetto, in the ghetto)\n  (Ghetto, fabulous, Ghetto, Ghetto)\n  (Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, fabulous, Ghetto)\n  (In the ghetto, Ghetto, Eastside, Ghetto)\n  (Ghetto, fabulous, Ghetto, Eastside, Ghetto)\n  (Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, fabulous, Ghetto)\n  (Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, fabulous, Ghetto)\n"},{"id":28782329,"name":"Ghetto (Feat. 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spot, baby\n  Roll your dice, get your cash\n  I'ma down, shawty, you ain't gotta ask\n\n  I\n  (Love it)\n  'Cause you keep it ghetto\n  (Love it)\n  Let me be your lover\n  (Love it)\n  Baby, all I want is that\n\n  Ghetto, so ghetto\n  That's how my baby rolls\n  And that's how we really know\n  That's ghetto, so ghetto\n  That's where my baby from\n  And that's how we be gettin' it done\n  So ghetto\n\n  Ghetto love and I shoot it like cupid\n  Snoopin' wit Snoopy, we can get a little stupid\n  Kelly, Kelly, won't you tell me how you feelin' now?\n  You in the Phantom top dippin' wit the criminal\n\n  Yeah, so G I be\n  Mysterious, an' furious, an' curiously\n  So serious, injuriously, luxuriously\n  Ghetto, ghetto fabulous Snoop D O double G\n\n  I\n  (Love it)\n  'Cause you keep it ghetto\n  (Love it)\n  Let me be your lover\n  (Love it)\n  Baby, all I want is that\n\n  Ghetto, so ghetto\n  That's how my baby rolls\n  And that's how we really know\n  That's ghetto, so ghetto\n  That's where my baby from\n  And that's how we be getting' it done\n  So ghetto\n"},{"id":6282081,"name":"Ghetto","trackName":"Ghetto","artistName":"Tha Eastsidaz featuring Kokane, Kam and Nate Dogg","albumName":"Snoop Dogg presents Tha Eastsidaz","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What's crack-a-lackin', baby girl?\nYou know I keep it ghetto fabulous everyday\nYep, in a real way, hey, hey, hey\n\nLook, now what would a girl like you do wit a G like me\nYou probably couldn't handle it\nI'll pop a bottle and get a few candles lit\nNow the scene is set as we sip on some Moet, ya, ya\n\nRock your Tims, sag your jeans\nIce your grill, it's all good wit me\n24's [Incomprehensible] doors\nAin't no doubt, I'm down to roll\n\nI\n(Love it)\nThe way you talk to me\n(Love it)\nAnd your walk gets me\n(Love it)\nYou know how I like it, boy\n\nGhetto, so ghetto\nThat's how my baby rolls\nAnd that's how we really know\nThat's ghetto, so ghetto\nThat's where my 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That's how my baby rolls\n  And that's how we really know\n  That's ghetto, so ghetto\n  That's where my baby from\n  And that's how we gettin' it done\n  So ghetto\n\n  Hit your block, check your spot\n  If the block is hot, lay up in the spot, baby\n  Roll your dice, get your cash\n  I'ma down, shawty, you ain't gotta ask\n\n  I\n  (Love it)\n  'Cause you keep it ghetto\n  (Love it)\n  Let me be your lover\n  (Love it)\n  Baby, all I want is that\n\n  Ghetto, so ghetto\n  That's how my baby rolls\n  And that's how we really know\n  That's ghetto, so ghetto\n  That's where my baby from\n  And that's how we be gettin' it done\n  So ghetto\n\n  Ghetto love and I shoot it like cupid\n  Snoopin' wit Snoopy, we can get a little stupid\n  Kelly, Kelly, won't you tell me how you feelin' now?\n  You in the Phantom top dippin' wit the criminal\n\n  Yeah, so G I be\n  Mysterious, an' furious, an' curiously\n  So serious, injuriously, luxuriously\n  Ghetto, ghetto fabulous Snoop D O double G\n\n 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roll\n\nI\n(Love it)\nThe way you talk to me\n(Love it)\nAnd your walk gets me\n(Love it)\nYou know how I like it, boy\n\nGhetto, so ghetto\nThat's how my baby rolls\nAnd that's how we really know\nThat's ghetto, so ghetto\nThat's where my baby from\nAnd that's how we gettin' it done\nSo ghetto\n\nHit your block, check your spot\nIf the block is hot, lay up in the spot, baby\nRoll your dice, get your cash\nI'ma down, shawty, you ain't gotta ask\n\nI\n(Love it)\n'Cause you keep it ghetto\n(Love it)\nLet me be your lover\n(Love it)\nBaby, all I want is that\n\nGhetto, so ghetto\nThat's how my baby rolls\nAnd that's how we really know\nThat's ghetto, so ghetto\nThat's where my baby from\nAnd that's how we be gettin' it done\nSo ghetto\n\nGhetto love and I shoot it like cupid\nSnoopin' wit Snoopy, we can get a little stupid\nKelly, Kelly, won't you tell me how you feelin' now?\nYou in the Phantom top dippin' wit the criminal\n\nYeah, so G I be\nMysterious, an' furious, an' curiously\nSo serious, injuriously, luxuriously\nGhetto, ghetto fabulous Snoop D O double G\n\nI\n(Love it)\n'Cause you keep it ghetto\n(Love it)\nLet me be your lover\n(Love it)\nBaby, all I want is that\n\nGhetto, so ghetto\nThat's how my baby rolls\nAnd that's how we really know\nThat's ghetto, so ghetto\nThat's where my baby from\nAnd that's how we be getting' it done\nSo ghetto","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ghetto\n  artist: Eastsidaz, Tha featuring Kokane, Kam and Nate Dogg\n  album: Snoop Dogg presents Tha Eastsidaz\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  What's crack-a-lackin', baby girl?\n  You know I keep it ghetto fabulous everyday\n  Yep, in a real way, hey, hey, hey\n\n  Look, now what would a girl like you do wit a G like me\n  You probably couldn't handle it\n  I'll pop a bottle and get a few candles lit\n  Now the scene is set as we sip on some Moet, ya, ya\n\n  Rock your Tims, sag your jeans\n  Ice your grill, 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shady\nThat's what my mama always told me\n\nWhen you're living on the Eastside (Ghetto, in the ghetto)\nI never know what my life would be (Ghetto, in the ghetto)\nI see you at the junkie ville (Ghetto, in the ghetto)\nWhen you're coming from the Eastside (Ghetto, in the ghetto)\nI see you at the junkie ville\n\nI'm ready to rock, ready to roll, now check this mack out\nBet your boyfriend ain't knowing\nThat I'm steadily blowing your back out\nNow watch me crack out on these niggas and bounce out on these hoes\nGet at 'em like \"What's up trick?\" You know how it goes, Friday night\nClub was about to close and I was looking fabulous\nSo I, got up to stretch about to catch me one of these stragglers\nTrue Eastside doggs, and we barking not simping\nYoung hogs about that time to start this parking lot pimping\nI keep that thing hot, posted in the same spot\nNothing but my khaki shorts, house shoes, boxers and my slingshot\nI'm from the home of the riots, that's before the peace died\nBut I'm still hollering out \"Eastside!\"\n\nWhat y'all busters gon' do\nWhen the pimps, bangers and hustlers smash on you\nIt ain't about who's selling the most 'caine\nPut us all together, nigga, this who run things\nIf you can't hang, stay the fuck out the kitchen\nBitch, I'm Ghetto Fab'd out, so fuck politicking\nWaiting for a chance and the shit'll never happen\nTime is money and when you get it, keep it cracking\nAll you hear is, where my two weeks' rent\nI keep the Goodyear grip, so the dubs don't slip\nIf you want my claims, I think you best to make a change\nSo close your eyes when I let my back end hang\nIt's down to ride 'til the motherfucking wheels fall off\nGoldie's got Daytons, Goldie's got Daytons, boss\n\nSince birth to the turf, I've been a goddamn fool\nOld school motherfucker breaking jaws and rules\nChoose to bang, who's to blame but myself and the set?\nAll my peers through the years steady getting it wet\nGive me a rep, that's what I wanted most in my 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Puttin' your business on wax\n[02:22.96] When we could scrap or slap a clip, if you wanted to crack\n[02:25.76] See in the pen we got a name for niggas runnin' they yap\n[02:28.31] Sale soldiers, roll 'em up with somethin' up in they back\n[02:31.17] Handles ours, battle scars, Shackles, guards and all\n[02:33.63] And we the last niggas standin' once they start to fall\n[02:36.30] Make the call, or fuck it, just kick off the brawl\n[02:38.98] Cuz I'm ridin' with my doggs, win, lose, or draw\n[02:41.76] Dogg pound: insane, neighborhood, twenty gangin' it\n[02:44.13] And every gangsta that I hang with down to bang\n[02:46.71] Full time pull mines and I gots to bust\n[02:49.76] Fuck a pass, when I mash, anybody get touched\n[02:52.41] So make my name taste just like a dick in your mouth\n[02:54.98] And watch the way you on my nuts when you spittin' it out\n[02:57.41] Dogghouse\n[02:58.56] Any problems any problems\n[02:59.78] You can holla at my dogg\n[03:02.59] Holla at my dogg\n[03:05.07] You could holla at my dogg, ohh\n[03:08.70] Any problems any problems (If you got beef, with DPG)\n[03:10.63] You could holla at my dogg (Then holla at me, the D-O-G)\n[03:13.12] Holla at my dogg (If you got beef, with DPG)\n[03:15.91] Holla at my dogg, heey heyyy (Then holla at me, the D-O-G)\n[03:18.09] Huh\n[03:18.80] You got a muthafuckin' problem with my niggas then you got one with me\n[03:21.95] It's the S to the Y, the L, just drop three keys\n[03:24.26] As I flee, to the homie L.T.'s, to make the magic\n[03:26.95] It's those that talk, and those that make shit happen\n[03:30.25] So what'cha say? 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Hutton thangs\n  Yeah, we all off up in the hills right about now\n  It's about two in the morning! (Say what, say what)\n  I got big C-Style on the grill\n  EASTSIDE!!! Keepin' it way real\n  Dogg Dogg\n  Happy C-Day niggas\n\n  If you got beef, with DPG\n  Holla at me, the D-O-G\n  If you got beef, with DPG\n  Holla at me, the D-O-G\n  If you got beef, with DPG\n  Holla at me, the D-O-G\n  If you got beef, with DPG\n  Holla at me, the D-O-G\n\n  Any problems any problems\n  You can holla at my dogg\n  Holla at my dogg\n  You could holla at my dogg, ohh\n  Any problems any problems (If you got beef, with DPG)\n  You could holla at my dogg (Then holla at me, the D-O-G)\n  Holla at my dogg (If you got beef, with DPG)\n  Holla at my dogg, heey heyyy (Then holla at me, the D-O-G)\n\n  If you got beef, with DPG\n  Holla at me, the D-O-G\n  If you got beef, with DPG\n  Holla at me, the D-O-G\n\n  The life I lead the average nigga would have broke down a long time ago\n  Try to bang in a show and get slumped like The Crow\n  Anyday now, we gonna run at my nigga them killas is Nathal\n  We see it all like night owls and we stay on the prowl\n  They don't wanna see me shine again\n  They fuckin' with my mind again\n  But as soon as I finish this Heineken\n  I gotta go get my nine again\n  (It got a body on it from a party don't it?)\n  Yeah I been tryin' to slang it, but don't nobody want it\n  They can't help you with band-aids, we comin' with grenades\n  You ain't seen this many niggas in your life with diamonds and braids\n  I'm from the home where they get sprayed and gang related raids\n  Fuck y'all, that start bangin' after \"Colors\" was made\n  Let's C-walk to that, and never give me no hassle\n  Cause I come from one of the worst cottage in Paso\n\n  If you got beef, with DPG\n  Holla at me, the D-O-G\n  If you got beef, with DPG\n  Holla at me, the D-O-G\n  If you got beef, with LOC\n  Then holla at me, the D-O-G\n  If you got beef, with DPG\n  Then holla at me, the D-O-G\n\n  It ain't no mystery you dissin' me you dissin' my clique\n  And ain't no question we come steppin' straight to get in your shit\n  So why you actin' like a bitch? Puttin' your business on wax\n  When we could scrap or slap a clip, if you wanted to crack\n  See in the pen we got a name for niggas runnin' they yap\n  Sale soldiers, roll 'em up with somethin' up in they back\n  Handles ours, battle scars, Shackles, guards and all\n  And we the last niggas standin' once they start to fall\n  Make the call, or fuck it, just kick off the brawl\n  Cuz I'm ridin' with my doggs, win, lose, or draw\n  Dogg pound: insane, neighborhood, twenty gangin' it\n  And every gangsta that I hang with down to bang\n  Full time pull mines and I gots to bust\n  Fuck a pass, when I mash, anybody get touched\n  So make my name taste just like a dick in your mouth\n  And watch the way you on my nuts when you spittin' it out\n  Dogghouse\n\n  Any problems any problems\n  You can holla at my dogg\n  Holla at my dogg\n  You could holla at my dogg, ohh\n  Any problems any problems (If you got beef, with DPG)\n  You could holla at my dogg (Then holla at me, the D-O-G)\n  Holla at my dogg (If you got beef, with DPG)\n  Holla at my dogg, heey heyyy (Then holla at me, the D-O-G)\n\n  Huh\n  You got a muthafuckin' problem with my niggas then you got one with me\n  It's the S to the Y, the L, just drop three keys\n  As I flee, to the homie L.T.'s, to make the magic\n  It's those that talk, and those that make shit happen\n  So what'cha say? You wanna spit? You got beef?\n  D.P serve the heat, straight to the street\n  Honey west, I make the mission complete\n  Therefore them bitches who talk that shit\n  Be them bitches that's gettin' they ass beat\n\n  Now don't come round here fuckin' with us\n  Cuz on the real homeboy, we'll be fuckin' you up\n  And to you bitches who be thinking y'all could slide by\n  With that punk shit, BITCH, biddity bye bye\n  I fuck a bitch up faster than I do a nigga\n  See to me, most bitches is women but bitch you'z a nigga\n  We got rules and codes, G's and hoes\n  Friends and foes, ride or get rode on\n\n  If you got beef, with DPG\n  Then holla at me, the D-O-G\n"},{"id":39834825,"name":"Got Beef (feat. Jayo Felony & Blaqthoven) [Album]","trackName":"Got Beef (feat. 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You wanna spit? You got beef?\nD.P serve the heat, straight to the street\nHoney west, I make the mission complete\nTherefore them bitches who talk that shit\nBe them bitches that's gettin' they ass beat\n\nNow don't come round here fuckin' with us\nCuz on the real homeboy, we'll be fuckin' you up\nAnd to you bitches who be thinking y'all could slide by\nWith that punk shit, BITCH, biddity bye bye\nI fuck a bitch up faster than I do a nigga\nSee to me, most bitches is women but bitch you'z a nigga\nWe got rules and codes, G's and hoes\nFriends and foes, ride or get rode on\n\nIf you got beef, with DPG\nThen holla at me, the D-O-G","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Got Beef (feat. Jayo Felony & Blaqthoven) [Album]\n  artist: Tha Eastsidaz\n  album: Got Beef - BW - Ghetto [Promo VLS]\n  duration_ms: 250048\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, uh huh, yeah\n  It's another one of those\n  Snoop D-O-Double G, L.T. Hutton thangs\n  Yeah, we all off up in the hills right about now\n  It's about two in the morning! (Say what, say what)\n  I got big C-Style on the grill\n  EASTSIDE!!! Keepin' it way real\n  Dogg Dogg\n  Happy C-Day niggas\n\n  If you got beef, with DPG\n  Holla at me, the D-O-G\n  If you got beef, with DPG\n  Holla at me, the D-O-G\n  If you got beef, with DPG\n  Holla at me, the D-O-G\n  If you got beef, with DPG\n  Holla at me, the D-O-G\n\n  Any problems any problems\n  You can holla at my dogg\n  Holla at my dogg\n  You could holla at my dogg, ohh\n  Any problems any problems (If you got beef, with DPG)\n  You could holla at my dogg (Then holla at me, the D-O-G)\n  Holla at my dogg (If you got beef, with DPG)\n  Holla at my dogg, heey heyyy (Then holla at me, the D-O-G)\n\n  If you got beef, with DPG\n  Holla at me, the D-O-G\n  If you got beef, with DPG\n  Holla at me, the D-O-G\n\n  The life I lead the average nigga would have broke down a long time ago\n  Try to bang in a show and get slumped like The Crow\n  Anyday now, we gonna run at my nigga them killas is Nathal\n  We see it all like night owls and we stay on the prowl\n  They don't wanna see me shine again\n  They fuckin' with my mind again\n  But as soon as I finish this Heineken\n  I gotta go get my nine again\n  (It got a body on it from a party don't it?)\n  Yeah I been tryin' to slang it, but don't nobody want it\n  They can't help you with band-aids, we comin' with grenades\n  You ain't seen this many niggas in your life with diamonds and braids\n  I'm from the home where they get sprayed and gang related raids\n  Fuck y'all, that start bangin' after \"Colors\" was made\n  Let's C-walk to that, and never give me no hassle\n  Cause I come from one of the worst cottage in Paso\n\n  If you got beef, with DPG\n  Holla at me, the D-O-G\n  If you got beef, with DPG\n  Holla at me, the D-O-G\n  If you got beef, with LOC\n  Then holla at me, the D-O-G\n  If you got beef, with DPG\n  Then holla at me, the D-O-G\n\n  It ain't no mystery you dissin' me you dissin' my clique\n  And ain't no question we come steppin' straight to get in your shit\n  So why you actin' like a bitch? Puttin' your business on wax\n  When we could scrap or slap a clip, if you wanted to crack\n  See in the pen we got a name for niggas runnin' they yap\n  Sale soldiers, roll 'em up with somethin' up in they back\n  Handles ours, battle scars, Shackles, guards and all\n  And we the last niggas standin' once they start to fall\n  Make the call, or fuck it, just kick off the brawl\n  Cuz I'm ridin' with my doggs, win, lose, or draw\n  Dogg pound: insane, neighborhood, twenty gangin' it\n  And every gangsta that I hang with down to bang\n  Full time pull mines and I gots to bust\n  Fuck a pass, when I mash, anybody get touched\n  So make my name taste just like a dick in your mouth\n  And watch the way you on my nuts when you spittin' it out\n  Dogghouse\n\n  Any problems any problems\n  You can holla at my dogg\n  Holla at my dogg\n  You could holla at my dogg, ohh\n  Any problems any problems (If you got beef, with DPG)\n  You could holla at my dogg (Then holla at me, the D-O-G)\n  Holla at my dogg (If you got beef, with DPG)\n  Holla at my dogg, heey heyyy (Then holla at me, the D-O-G)\n\n  Huh\n  You got a muthafuckin' problem with my niggas then you got one with me\n  It's the S to the Y, the L, just drop three keys\n  As I flee, to the homie L.T.'s, to make the magic\n  It's those that talk, and those that make shit happen\n  So what'cha say? You wanna spit? You got beef?\n  D.P serve the heat, straight to the street\n  Honey west, I make the mission complete\n  Therefore them bitches who talk that shit\n  Be them bitches that's gettin' they ass beat\n\n  Now don't come round here fuckin' with us\n  Cuz on the real homeboy, we'll be fuckin' you up\n  And to you bitches who be thinking y'all could slide by\n  With that punk shit, BITCH, biddity bye bye\n  I fuck a bitch up faster than I do a nigga\n  See to me, most bitches is women but bitch you'z a nigga\n  We got rules and codes, G's and hoes\n  Friends and foes, ride or get rode on\n\n  If you got beef, with DPG\n  Then holla at me, the D-O-G\n"}]