[{"id":21527624,"name":"Let’s Ride","trackName":"Let’s Ride","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"Let's Ride","duration":238.050975,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pull the rag off the six-fo',\nHit the switch, show niggas how the shit go,\nThe Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone,\nThe D's is chrome, the frame is black.\n(So watch it lift up)\nTill the motherfucker bounce and break,\nAnd knock both of the screws out the licence plate.\nLet the games begin,\nThese other rap niggas so far behind me, go taste my rims,\nShit, let the chronic burn as the datens spin.\nIt ain't been this much drama since I first heard Eminem,\nIn the club, poppin' X pills like M & Ms,\nCall it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch bring a friend.\nBottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round,\nAnd put that cheap-ass hypnotic down.\n(Put your 'cris up!)\nIf you feel the same way,\nWho got 'em hittin' switches NY to LA\n\n(If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\nHop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,\n(I turn it into a strip-club)\nCall it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,\n(If I could fit the whole world in the club)\nTell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch\n(Pop bottles and twist up)\nRoll up chronic and hash,\nIn a blunt, call it Aftermath\n\nSomebody tell me where the drinks at,\nWhere the bitches at,\nYou fucking on the first night, meet me in the back.\nI got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks,\nMove bitch! Who the fuck you think they came to see?\nThe protégé of the D R E,\nYou take a picture with him, and you gotta fuck me,\nAnd you gotta fuck Busta, can't touch Eve,\nGot something in my waist that you can't touch either,\nThat's - my gangsta bitch, and like Crips and Bloods,\nI'm in the club on some gangsta shit.\n(So nigga twist up)\nLight another dub,\nBitches get scared when niggas start fighting in the club.\nAin't nothing but a g-thing, baby it's a g-thing,\nBounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string,\nI fuck a different bitch seven days a week,\nHit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat.\n\n(If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\nHop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,\n(I turn it into a strip-club)\nCall it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,\n(If I could fit the whole world in the club)\nTell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch\n(Pop bottles and twist up)\nRoll up chronic and hash,\nIn a blunt, call it Aftermath\n\nNiggas thought I wasn't coming back, look at me now\nHoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the motherfucking top down,\nI'm The Game, nigga\nCall your bitch, she ain't home, she with Game, nigga\nRemember that, Dre\nYou passed me the torch, I lit the chronic with it, now the world is my ashtray,\nRidin' three-wheel motion 'till the ass scrapes,\nTurn sunset into a motherfucking drag-race.\nNow watch it bounce,\nHit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the shit down.\n(When you hit the club)\nTell 'em you came with me,\n(We gonna twist up)\nIn the V.I.P.\nIt's a new day, and if you ever knew Dre,\nMotherfucker, you would say I was the new Dre.\nSame Impala, different spokes\nSame chronic, just a different smoke.\n\n(If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\nHop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,\n(I turn it into a strip-club)\nCall it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,\n(If I could fit the hole world in the club)\nTell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch\n(Pop bottles and twist up)\nRoll up chronic and hash,\nIn a blunt, call it Aftermath","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.54] Pull the rag off the six-fo',\n[00:03.51] \n[00:23.41] Hit the switch, show niggas how the shit go,\n[00:26.35] The Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone,\n[00:29.00] The D's is chrome, the frame is black.\n[00:31.28] (So watch it lift up)\n[00:33.17] Till the motherfucker bounce and break,\n[00:34.88] And knock both of the screws out the licence plate.\n[00:37.15] Let the games begin,\n[00:38.69] These other rap niggas so far behind me, go taste my rims,\n[00:41.62] Shit, let the chronic burn as the datens spin.\n[00:45.05] It ain't been this much drama since I first heard Eminem,\n[00:47.36] In the club, poppin' X pills like M & Ms,\n[00:49.11] Call it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch bring a friend.\n[00:51.85] Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round,\n[00:55.05] And put that cheap-ass hypnotic down.\n[00:57.43] (Put your 'cris up!)\n[00:59.38] If you feel the same way,\n[01:00.24] Who got 'em hittin' switches NY to LA\n[01:01.69] (If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\n[01:03.12] Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,\n[01:04.04] (I turn it into a strip-club)\n[01:06.99] \n[01:09.48] Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,\n[01:11.85] (If I could fit the whole world in the club)\n[01:14.34] Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch\n[01:17.13] (Pop bottles and twist up)\n[01:19.09] Roll up chronic and hash,\n[01:20.85] In a blunt, call it Aftermath\n[01:22.25] Somebody tell me where the drinks at,\n[01:24.37] Where the bitches at,\n[01:25.82] You fucking on the first night, meet me in the back.\n[01:28.31] I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks,\n[01:30.71] Move bitch! Who the fuck you think they came to see?\n[01:33.94] The protégé of the D R E,\n[01:35.56] You take a picture with him, and you gotta fuck me,\n[01:38.12] And you gotta fuck Busta, can't touch Eve,\n[01:40.62] Got something in my waist that you can't touch either,\n[01:43.43] That's - my gangsta bitch, and like Crips and Bloods,\n[01:46.81] I'm in the club on some gangsta shit.\n[01:48.27] (So nigga twist up)\n[01:48.52] Light another dub,\n[01:50.93] Bitches get scared when niggas start fighting in the club.\n[01:53.63] Ain't nothing but a g-thing, baby it's a g-thing,\n[01:56.48] Bounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string,\n[01:58.75] I fuck a different bitch seven days a week,\n[02:01.49] Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat.\n[02:04.44] (If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\n[02:05.89] Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,\n[02:08.67] (I turn it into a strip-club)\n[02:10.99] Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,\n[02:13.78] (If I could fit the whole world in the club)\n[02:15.10] Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch\n[02:18.23] (Pop bottles and twist up)\n[02:20.47] Roll up chronic and hash,\n[02:23.06] In a blunt, call it Aftermath\n[02:24.16] Niggas thought I wasn't coming back, look at me now\n[02:27.71] Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the motherfucking top down,\n[02:31.15] I'm The Game, nigga\n[02:32.82] Call your bitch, she ain't home, she with Game, nigga\n[02:35.07] Remember that, Dre\n[02:36.31] You passed me the torch, I lit the chronic with it, now the world is my ashtray,\n[02:40.15] Ridin' three-wheel motion 'till the ass scrapes,\n[02:42.69] Turn sunset into a motherfucking drag-race.\n[02:45.43] Now watch it bounce,\n[02:47.39] Hit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the shit down.\n[02:50.05] (When you hit the club)\n[02:51.46] Tell 'em you came with me,\n[02:52.71] (We gonna twist up)\n[02:54.18] In the V.I.P.\n[02:56.37] It's a new day, and if you ever knew Dre,\n[02:57.19] Motherfucker, you would say I was the new Dre.\n[03:00.71] Same Impala, different spokes\n[03:02.60] Same chronic, just a different smoke.\n[03:04.72] (If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\n[03:05.79] Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,\n[03:09.96] (I turn it into a strip-club)\n[03:12.32] Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,\n[03:14.73] (If I could fit the hole world in the club)\n[03:17.55] Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch\n[03:19.90] (Pop bottles and twist up)\n[03:22.11] Roll up chronic and hash,\n[03:24.04] In a blunt, call it Aftermath\n[03:24.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let’s Ride\n  artist: The Game\n  album: Let's Ride\n  duration_ms: 238051\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Pull the rag off the six-fo',\n  start_ms: 540\n  end_ms: 3510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 3510\n  end_ms: 23410\n- text: Hit the switch, show niggas how the 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it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch bring a friend.\n  Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round,\n  And put that cheap-ass hypnotic down.\n  (Put your 'cris up!)\n  If you feel the same way,\n  Who got 'em hittin' switches NY to LA\n\n  (If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\n  Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,\n  (I turn it into a strip-club)\n  Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,\n  (If I could fit the whole world in the club)\n  Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch\n  (Pop bottles and twist up)\n  Roll up chronic and hash,\n  In a blunt, call it Aftermath\n\n  Somebody tell me where the drinks at,\n  Where the bitches at,\n  You fucking on the first night, meet me in the back.\n  I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks,\n  Move bitch! Who the fuck you think they came to see?\n  The protégé of the D R E,\n  You take a picture with him, and you gotta fuck me,\n  And you gotta fuck Busta, can't touch Eve,\n  Got something in my waist that you can't touch either,\n  That's - my gangsta bitch, and like Crips and Bloods,\n  I'm in the club on some gangsta shit.\n  (So nigga twist up)\n  Light another dub,\n  Bitches get scared when niggas start fighting in the club.\n  Ain't nothing but a g-thing, baby it's a g-thing,\n  Bounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string,\n  I fuck a different bitch seven days a week,\n  Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat.\n\n  (If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\n  Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,\n  (I turn it into a strip-club)\n  Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,\n  (If I could fit the whole world in the club)\n  Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch\n  (Pop bottles and twist up)\n  Roll up chronic and hash,\n  In a blunt, call it Aftermath\n\n  Niggas thought I wasn't coming back, look at me now\n  Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the motherfucking top down,\n  I'm The Game, nigga\n  Call your bitch, she ain't home, she with Game, nigga\n  Remember that, Dre\n  You passed me the torch, I lit the chronic with it, now the world is my ashtray,\n  Ridin' three-wheel motion 'till the ass scrapes,\n  Turn sunset into a motherfucking drag-race.\n  Now watch it bounce,\n  Hit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the shit down.\n  (When you hit the club)\n  Tell 'em you came with me,\n  (We gonna twist up)\n  In the V.I.P.\n  It's a new day, and if you ever knew Dre,\n  Motherfucker, you would say I was the new Dre.\n  Same Impala, different spokes\n  Same chronic, just a different smoke.\n\n  (If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\n  Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,\n  (I turn it into a strip-club)\n  Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,\n  (If I could fit the hole world in the club)\n  Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch\n  (Pop bottles and twist up)\n  Roll up chronic and hash,\n  In a blunt, call it Aftermath\n"},{"id":3684050,"name":"Let's Ride (Radio Edit)","trackName":"Let's Ride (Radio Edit)","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"Let's Ride","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pull the rag off the six-fo',\nHit the switch, show niggas how the shit go,\nThe Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone,\nThe D's is chrome, the frame is black.\n(So watch it lift up)\nTill the motherfucker bounce and break,\nAnd knock both of the screws out the licence plate.\nLet the games begin,\nThese other rap niggas so far behind me, go taste my rims,\nShit, let the chronic burn as the datens spin.\nIt ain't been this much drama since I first heard Eminem,\nIn the club, poppin' X pills like M & Ms,\nCall it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch bring a friend.\nBottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round,\nAnd put that cheap-ass hypnotic down.\n(Put your 'cris up!)\nIf you feel the same way,\nWho got 'em hittin' switches NY to LA\n\n(If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\nHop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,\n(I turn it into a strip-club)\nCall it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,\n(If I could fit the whole world in the club)\nTell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch\n(Pop bottles and twist up)\nRoll up chronic and hash,\nIn a blunt, call it Aftermath\n\nSomebody tell me where the drinks at,\nWhere the bitches at,\nYou fucking on the first night, meet me in the back.\nI got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks,\nMove bitch! Who the fuck you think they came to see?\nThe protégé of the D R E,\nYou take a picture with him, and you gotta fuck me,\nAnd you gotta fuck Busta, can't touch Eve,\nGot something in my waist that you can't touch either,\nThat's - my gangsta bitch, and like Crips and Bloods,\nI'm in the club on some gangsta shit.\n(So nigga twist up)\nLight another dub,\nBitches get scared when niggas start fighting in the club.\nAin't nothing but a g-thing, baby it's a g-thing,\nBounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string,\nI fuck a different bitch seven days a week,\nHit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat.\n\n(If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\nHop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,\n(I turn it into a strip-club)\nCall it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,\n(If I could fit the whole world in the club)\nTell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch\n(Pop bottles and twist up)\nRoll up chronic and hash,\nIn a blunt, call it Aftermath\n\nNiggas thought I wasn't coming back, look at me now\nHoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the motherfucking top down,\nI'm The Game, nigga\nCall your bitch, she ain't home, she with Game, nigga\nRemember that, Dre\nYou passed me the torch, I lit the chronic with it, now the world is my ashtray,\nRidin' three-wheel motion 'till the ass scrapes,\nTurn sunset into a motherfucking drag-race.\nNow watch it bounce,\nHit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the shit down.\n(When you hit the club)\nTell 'em you came with me,\n(We gonna twist up)\nIn the V.I.P.\nIt's a new day, and if you ever knew Dre,\nMotherfucker, you would say I was the new Dre.\nSame Impala, different spokes\nSame chronic, just a different smoke.\n\n(If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\nHop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,\n(I turn it into a strip-club)\nCall it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,\n(If I could fit the hole world in the club)\nTell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch\n(Pop bottles and twist up)\nRoll up chronic and hash,\nIn a blunt, call it Aftermath","syncedLyrics":"[00:23.19] Pull the rag off the six-fo',\n[00:25.34] Hit the switch, show niggas how the shit go,\n[00:27.69] The Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone,\n[00:30.17] The D's is chrome, the frame is black.\n[00:32.18] (So watch it lift up)\n[00:33.59] Till the motherfucker bounce and break,\n[00:35.40] And knock both of the screws out the licence plate.\n[00:37.73] Let the games begin,\n[00:39.27] These other rap niggas so far behind me, go taste my rims,\n[00:42.26] Shit, let the chronic burn as the datens spin.\n[00:45.06] It ain't been this much drama since I first heard Eminem,\n[00:47.81] In the club, poppin' X pills like M & Ms,\n[00:50.24] Call it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch bring a friend.\n[00:52.92] Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round,\n[00:55.27] And put that cheap-ass hypnotic down.\n[00:57.91] (Put your 'cris up!)\n[00:59.25] If you feel the same way,\n[01:00.48] Who got 'em hittin' switches NY to LA\n[01:03.03] (If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\n[01:04.49] Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,\n[01:07.55] (I turn it into a strip-club)\n[01:09.66] Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,\n[01:12.31] (If I could fit the whole world in the club)\n[01:14.59] Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch\n[01:17.77] (Pop bottles and twist up)\n[01:19.09] Roll up chronic and hash,\n[01:21.51] In a blunt, call it Aftermath\n[01:23.10] Somebody tell me where the drinks at,\n[01:25.42] Where the bitches at,\n[01:26.79] You fucking on the first night, meet me in the back.\n[01:28.86] I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks,\n[01:31.92] Move bitch! Who the fuck you think they came to see?\n[01:34.33] The protégé of the D R E,\n[01:36.25] You take a picture with him, and you gotta fuck me,\n[01:39.00] And you gotta fuck Busta, can't touch Eve,\n[01:41.61] Got something in my waist that you can't touch either,\n[01:43.94] That's - my gangsta bitch, and like Crips and Bloods,\n[01:47.20] I'm in the club on some gangsta shit.\n[01:49.04] (So nigga twist up)\n[01:50.02] Light another dub,\n[01:51.77] Bitches get scared when niggas start fighting in the club.\n[01:54.31] Ain't nothing but a g-thing, baby it's a g-thing,\n[01:56.83] Bounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string,\n[01:59.42] I fuck a different bitch seven days a week,\n[02:01.83] Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat.\n[02:04.41] (If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\n[02:05.84] Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,\n[02:08.88] (I turn it into a strip-club)\n[02:10.90] Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,\n[02:13.99] (If I could fit the whole world in the club)\n[02:16.49] Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch\n[02:18.95] (Pop bottles and twist up)\n[02:20.24] Roll up chronic and hash,\n[02:23.09] In a blunt, call it Aftermath\n[02:25.14] Niggas thought I wasn't coming back, look at me now\n[02:27.21] Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the motherfucking top down,\n[02:31.69] I'm The Game, nigga\n[02:33.65] Call your bitch, she ain't home, she with Game, nigga\n[02:35.82] Remember that, Dre\n[02:37.13] You passed me the torch, I lit the chronic with it, now the world is my ashtray,\n[02:40.54] Ridin' three-wheel motion 'till the ass scrapes,\n[02:43.38] Turn sunset into a motherfucking drag-race.\n[02:45.54] Now watch it bounce,\n[02:47.28] Hit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the shit down.\n[02:50.44] (When you hit the club)\n[02:51.94] Tell 'em you came with me,\n[02:53.09] (We gonna twist up)\n[02:54.39] In the V.I.P.\n[02:55.75] It's a 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it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch bring a friend.\n  Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round,\n  And put that cheap-ass hypnotic down.\n  (Put your 'cris up!)\n  If you feel the same way,\n  Who got 'em hittin' switches NY to LA\n\n  (If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\n  Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,\n  (I turn it into a strip-club)\n  Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,\n  (If I could fit the whole world in the club)\n  Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch\n  (Pop bottles and twist up)\n  Roll up chronic and hash,\n  In a blunt, call it Aftermath\n\n  Somebody tell me where the drinks at,\n  Where the bitches at,\n  You fucking on the first night, meet me in the back.\n  I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks,\n  Move bitch! 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Who the fuck you think they came to see?\nThe protégé of the D-R-E\nYou take a picture with him, and you gotta fuck me\nAnd you gotta fuck Busta, can't touch Eve\nGot something in my waist that you can't touch either\n\nThat's, my gangsta bitch, and like Crips and Bloods\nI'm in the club on some gangsta shit\n(So nigga twist up)\nLight another dub\nBitches get scared when niggas start fighting in the club\nAin't nothing but a g-thing, baby it's a g-thing\nBounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string\nI fuck a different bitch seven days a week\nHit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat\n\n(If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\nHop in the low-rider, long as it got bitches in the back\n(I turn it into a strip-club)\nCall it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass\n(If I could sit the whole world in the club)\nTell the DJ to bang my shit, the West Coast in this bitch\n(Pop bottles and twist up)\nRoll up chronic and hash\nIn a blunt, call it Aftermath\n\nNiggas thought I wasn't coming back, look at me now\nHoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the motherfucking top down\nI'm The Game, nigga\nCall your bitch, she ain't home, she with Game, nigga\nRemember that, Dre\nYou passed me the torch\nI lit the chronic with it, now the world is my ashtray\nRidin' three-wheel motion 'til the ass scrapes\nTurn sunset into a motherfucking drag-race\n\nNow watch it bounce\nHit the switch, let it bounce 'til the police shut the shit down\n(When you hit the club)\nTell 'em you came with me\n(We gonna twist up)\nIn the V.I.P\n\nIt's a new day, and if you ever knew Dre\nMotherfucker, you would say I was the new Dre\nSame Impala, different spokes\nSame chronic, just a different smoke\n\n(If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\nHop in the low-rider, long as it got bitches in the back\n(I turn it into a strip-club)\nCall it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass\n(If I could sit the whole world in the club)\nTell the DJ to bang my shit, the West Coast in this bitch\n(Pop bottles and twist up)\nRoll up chronic and hash\nIn a blunt, call it Aftermath","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.68]Pull the rag off the six-fo'\n[00:24.57]Hit the switch, show niggas how the shit go\n[00:27.39]The Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone\n[00:29.71]The D's is chrome, the frame is black\n[00:31.70](So watch it lift up)\n[00:33.13]'Til the motherfucker bounce and break\n[00:35.09]And knock both of the screws out the licence plate\n[00:37.46]Let the games begin\n[00:39.42]These other rap niggas so far behind they can taste my rims\n[00:42.03]Shit, let the chronic burn as the Daytons spin\n[00:44.85]It ain't been this much drama since I first heard Eminem\n[00:47.60]In the club, poppin' X pills like M&Ms\n[00:50.71]Call it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch bring a friend\n[00:52.94]Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round\n[00:55.40]And put that cheap-ass hypnotic down\n[00:57.74](Put your 'cris up!)\n[00:58.92]If you feel the same way\n[01:00.77]Who got 'em hittin' switches NY to LA\n[01:02.61](If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\n[01:04.24]Hop in the low-rider, long as it got bitches in the back\n[01:07.42](I turn it into a strip-club)\n[01:09.33]Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass\n[01:12.21](If I could sit the whole world in the club)\n[01:14.54]Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the West Coast in this bitch\n[01:17.78](Pop bottles and twist up)\n[01:19.90]Roll up chronic and hash\n[01:21.49]In a blunt, call it Aftermath\n[01:23.38]Somebody tell me where the drinks at\n[01:24.95]Where the bitches at\n[01:26.14]You fucking on the first night, meet me in the back\n[01:28.59]I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks\n[01:31.14]Move bitch! 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Who the fuck you think they came to see?\nThe protégé of the D R E,\nYou take a picture with him, and you gotta fuck me,\nAnd you gotta fuck Busta, can't touch Eve,\nGot something in my waist that you can't touch either,\nThat's - my gangsta bitch, and like Crips and Bloods,\nI'm in the club on some gangsta shit.\n(So nigga twist up)\nLight another dub,\nBitches get scared when niggas start fighting in the club.\nAin't nothing but a g-thing, baby it's a g-thing,\nBounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string,\nI fuck a different bitch seven days a week,\nHit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat.\n\n(If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\nHop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,\n(I turn it into a strip-club)\nCall it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,\n(If I could fit the whole world in the club)\nTell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch\n(Pop bottles and twist up)\nRoll up chronic and hash,\nIn a blunt, call it Aftermath\n\nNiggas thought I wasn't coming back, look at me now\nHoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the motherfucking top down,\nI'm The Game, nigga\nCall your bitch, she ain't home, she with Game, nigga\nRemember that, Dre\nYou passed me the torch, I lit the chronic with it, now the world is my ashtray,\nRidin' three-wheel motion 'till the ass scrapes,\nTurn sunset into a motherfucking drag-race.\nNow watch it bounce,\nHit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the shit down.\n(When you hit the club)\nTell 'em you came with me,\n(We gonna twist up)\nIn the V.I.P.\nIt's a new day, and if you ever knew Dre,\nMotherfucker, you would say I was the new Dre.\nSame Impala, different spokes\nSame chronic, just a different smoke.\n\n(If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\nHop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,\n(I turn it into a strip-club)\nCall it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,\n(If I could fit the hole world in the club)\nTell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch\n(Pop bottles and twist up)\nRoll up chronic and hash,\nIn a blunt, call it Aftermath","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.54]Pull the rag off the six-fo',\n[00:03.51]\n[00:23.41]Hit the switch, show niggas how the shit go,\n[00:26.35]The Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone,\n[00:29.00]The D's is chrome, the frame is black.\n[00:31.28](So watch it lift up)\n[00:33.17]Till the motherfucker bounce and break,\n[00:34.88]And knock both of the screws out the licence plate.\n[00:37.15]Let the games begin,\n[00:38.69]These other rap niggas so far behind me, go taste my rims,\n[00:41.62]Shit, let the chronic burn as the datens spin.\n[00:45.05]It ain't been this much drama since I first heard Eminem,\n[00:47.36]In the club, poppin' X pills like M & Ms,\n[00:49.11]Call it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch bring a friend.\n[00:51.85]Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round,\n[00:55.05]And put that cheap-ass hypnotic down.\n[00:57.43](Put your 'cris up!)\n[00:59.38]If you feel the same way,\n[01:00.24]Who got 'em hittin' switches NY to LA\n[01:01.69](If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\n[01:03.12]Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,\n[01:04.04](I turn it into a strip-club)\n[01:06.99]\n[01:09.48]Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,\n[01:11.85](If I could fit the whole world in the club)\n[01:14.34]Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch\n[01:17.13](Pop bottles and twist up)\n[01:19.09]Roll up chronic and hash,\n[01:20.85]In a blunt, call it Aftermath\n[01:22.25]Somebody tell me where the drinks at,\n[01:24.37]Where the bitches at,\n[01:25.82]You fucking on the first night, meet me in the back.\n[01:28.31]I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks,\n[01:30.71]Move bitch! Who the fuck you think they came to see?\n[01:33.94]The protégé of the D R E,\n[01:35.56]You take a picture with him, and you gotta fuck me,\n[01:38.12]And you gotta fuck Busta, can't touch Eve,\n[01:40.62]Got something in my waist that you can't touch either,\n[01:43.43]That's - my gangsta bitch, and like Crips and Bloods,\n[01:46.81]I'm in the club on some gangsta shit.\n[01:48.27](So nigga twist up)\n[01:48.52]Light another dub,\n[01:50.93]Bitches get scared when niggas start fighting in the club.\n[01:53.63]Ain't nothing but a g-thing, baby it's a g-thing,\n[01:56.48]Bounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string,\n[01:58.75]I fuck a different bitch seven days a week,\n[02:01.49]Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat.\n[02:04.44](If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\n[02:05.89]Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,\n[02:08.67](I turn it into a strip-club)\n[02:10.99]Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,\n[02:13.78](If I could fit the whole world in the club)\n[02:15.10]Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch\n[02:18.23](Pop bottles and twist up)\n[02:20.47]Roll up chronic and hash,\n[02:23.06]In a blunt, call it Aftermath\n[02:24.16]Niggas thought I wasn't coming back, look at me now\n[02:27.71]Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the motherfucking top down,\n[02:31.15]I'm The Game, nigga\n[02:32.82]Call your bitch, she ain't home, she with Game, nigga\n[02:35.07]Remember that, Dre\n[02:36.31]You passed me the torch, I lit the chronic with it, now the world is my ashtray,\n[02:40.15]Ridin' three-wheel motion 'till the ass scrapes,\n[02:42.69]Turn sunset into a motherfucking drag-race.\n[02:45.43]Now watch it bounce,\n[02:47.39]Hit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the shit down.\n[02:50.05](When you hit the club)\n[02:51.46]Tell 'em you came with me,\n[02:52.71](We gonna twist up)\n[02:54.18]In the V.I.P.\n[02:56.37]It's a new day, and if you ever knew Dre,\n[02:57.19]Motherfucker, you would say I was the new Dre.\n[03:00.71]Same Impala, different spokes\n[03:02.60]Same chronic, just a different smoke.\n[03:04.72](If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\n[03:05.79]Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,\n[03:09.96](I turn it into a strip-club)\n[03:12.32]Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,\n[03:14.73](If I could fit the hole world in the club)\n[03:17.55]Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch\n[03:19.90](Pop bottles and twist up)\n[03:22.11]Roll up chronic and hash,\n[03:24.04]In a blunt, call it Aftermath\n[03:24.92]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let's Ride\n  artist: The Game\n  album: The Game - 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it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch bring a friend.\n  Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round,\n  And put that cheap-ass hypnotic down.\n  (Put your 'cris up!)\n  If you feel the same way,\n  Who got 'em hittin' switches NY to LA\n\n  (If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\n  Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,\n  (I turn it into a strip-club)\n  Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,\n  (If I could fit the whole world in the club)\n  Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch\n  (Pop bottles and twist up)\n  Roll up chronic and hash,\n  In a blunt, call it Aftermath\n\n  Somebody tell me where the drinks at,\n  Where the bitches at,\n  You fucking on the first night, meet me in the back.\n  I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks,\n  Move bitch! 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Who the fuck you think they came to see?\nThe protégé of the D R E,\nYou take a picture with him, and you gotta fuck me,\nAnd you gotta fuck Busta, can't touch Eve,\nGot something in my waist that you can't touch either,\nThat's - my gangsta bitch, and like Crips and Bloods,\nI'm in the club on some gangsta shit.\n(So nigga twist up)\nLight another dub,\nBitches get scared when niggas start fighting in the club.\nAin't nothing but a g-thing, baby it's a g-thing,\nBounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string,\nI fuck a different bitch seven days a week,\nHit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat.\n\n(If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\nHop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,\n(I turn it into a strip-club)\nCall it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,\n(If I could fit the whole world in the club)\nTell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch\n(Pop bottles and twist up)\nRoll up chronic and hash,\nIn a blunt, call it Aftermath\n\nNiggas thought I wasn't coming back, look at me now\nHoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the motherfucking top down,\nI'm The Game, nigga\nCall your bitch, she ain't home, she with Game, nigga\nRemember that, Dre\nYou passed me the torch, I lit the chronic with it, now the world is my ashtray,\nRidin' three-wheel motion 'till the ass scrapes,\nTurn sunset into a motherfucking drag-race.\nNow watch it bounce,\nHit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the shit down.\n(When you hit the club)\nTell 'em you came with me,\n(We gonna twist up)\nIn the V.I.P.\nIt's a new day, and if you ever knew Dre,\nMotherfucker, you would say I was the new Dre.\nSame Impala, different spokes\nSame chronic, just a different smoke.\n\n(If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\nHop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,\n(I turn it into a strip-club)\nCall it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,\n(If I could fit the hole world in the club)\nTell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch\n(Pop bottles and twist up)\nRoll up chronic and hash,\nIn a blunt, call it Aftermath","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.54] Pull the rag off the six-fo',\n[00:03.51] \n[00:23.41] Hit the switch, show niggas how the shit go,\n[00:26.35] The Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone,\n[00:29.00] The D's is chrome, the frame is black.\n[00:31.28] (So watch it lift up)\n[00:33.17] Till the motherfucker bounce and break,\n[00:34.88] And knock both of the screws out the licence plate.\n[00:37.15] Let the games begin,\n[00:38.69] These other rap niggas so far behind me, go taste my rims,\n[00:41.62] Shit, let the chronic burn as the datens spin.\n[00:45.05] It ain't been this much drama since I first heard Eminem,\n[00:47.36] In the club, poppin' X pills like M & Ms,\n[00:49.11] Call it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch bring a friend.\n[00:51.85] Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round,\n[00:55.05] And put that cheap-ass hypnotic down.\n[00:57.43] (Put your 'cris up!)\n[00:59.38] If you feel the same way,\n[01:00.24] Who got 'em hittin' switches NY to LA\n[01:01.69] (If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\n[01:03.12] Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,\n[01:04.04] (I turn it into a strip-club)\n[01:06.99] \n[01:09.48] Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,\n[01:11.85] (If I could fit the whole world in the club)\n[01:14.34] Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch\n[01:17.13] (Pop bottles and twist up)\n[01:19.09] Roll up chronic and hash,\n[01:20.85] In a blunt, call it Aftermath\n[01:22.25] Somebody tell me where the drinks at,\n[01:24.37] Where the bitches at,\n[01:25.82] You fucking on the first night, meet me in the back.\n[01:28.31] I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks,\n[01:30.71] Move bitch! 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Who the fuck you think they came to see?\nThe protégé of the D R E,\nYou take a picture with him, and you gotta fuck me,\nAnd you gotta fuck Busta, can't touch Eve,\nGot something in my waist that you can't touch either,\nThat's - my gangsta bitch, and like Crips and Bloods,\nI'm in the club on some gangsta shit.\n(So nigga twist up)\nLight another dub,\nBitches get scared when niggas start fighting in the club.\nAin't nothing but a g-thing, baby it's a g-thing,\nBounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string,\nI fuck a different bitch seven days a week,\nHit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat.\n\n(If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\nHop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,\n(I turn it into a strip-club)\nCall it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,\n(If I could fit the whole world in the club)\nTell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch\n(Pop bottles and twist up)\nRoll up chronic and hash,\nIn a blunt, call it Aftermath\n\nNiggas thought I wasn't coming back, look at me now\nHoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the motherfucking top down,\nI'm The Game, nigga\nCall your bitch, she ain't home, she with Game, nigga\nRemember that, Dre\nYou passed me the torch, I lit the chronic with it, now the world is my ashtray,\nRidin' three-wheel motion 'till the ass scrapes,\nTurn sunset into a motherfucking drag-race.\nNow watch it bounce,\nHit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the shit down.\n(When you hit the club)\nTell 'em you came with me,\n(We gonna twist up)\nIn the V.I.P.\nIt's a new day, and if you ever knew Dre,\nMotherfucker, you would say I was the new Dre.\nSame Impala, different spokes\nSame chronic, just a different smoke.\n\n(If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\nHop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,\n(I turn it into a strip-club)\nCall it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,\n(If I could fit the hole world in the club)\nTell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch\n(Pop bottles and twist up)\nRoll up chronic and hash,\nIn a blunt, call it Aftermath","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.54] Pull the rag off the six-fo',\n[00:03.51] \n[00:23.41] Hit the switch, show niggas how the shit go,\n[00:26.35] The Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone,\n[00:29.00] The D's is chrome, the frame is black.\n[00:31.28] (So watch it lift up)\n[00:33.17] Till the motherfucker bounce and break,\n[00:34.88] And knock both of the screws out the licence plate.\n[00:37.15] Let the games begin,\n[00:38.69] These other rap niggas so far behind me, go taste my rims,\n[00:41.62] Shit, let the chronic burn as the datens spin.\n[00:45.05] It ain't been this much drama since I first heard Eminem,\n[00:47.36] In the club, poppin' X pills like M & Ms,\n[00:49.11] Call it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch bring a friend.\n[00:51.85] Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round,\n[00:55.05] And put that cheap-ass hypnotic down.\n[00:57.43] (Put your 'cris up!)\n[00:59.38] If you feel the same way,\n[01:00.24] Who got 'em hittin' switches NY to LA\n[01:01.69] (If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\n[01:03.12] Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,\n[01:04.04] (I turn it into a strip-club)\n[01:06.99] \n[01:09.48] Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,\n[01:11.85] (If I could fit the whole world in the club)\n[01:14.34] Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch\n[01:17.13] (Pop bottles and twist up)\n[01:19.09] Roll up chronic and hash,\n[01:20.85] In a blunt, call it Aftermath\n[01:22.25] Somebody tell me where the drinks at,\n[01:24.37] Where the bitches at,\n[01:25.82] You fucking on the first night, meet me in the back.\n[01:28.31] I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks,\n[01:30.71] Move bitch! 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I spit for my niggaz in the line-up\nThat'll never see the sun again, so I close my blinds up\nFirst album sold 'em out, Impalas rolled 'em out\nCause the whole motherfuckin world wanna know about\n\nWelcome to the city of G's\nWhere we eat fried chicken, rice, and black-eyed peas\nCause we (Ruthless), like Will before the (Black Eyed Peas)\nFuck all rappers, look at all the hate I see\nI'm sick, you can't get rid of me, I'm HIV\nNigga get another job, hip-hop is not hirin\nI'm the reason Dre feel comfortable retirin\nI just might put out \"Detox\" myself\nSmoke so much, I check in detox myself\nOne man army, took out Reeboks myself\nFortyfive in my khakis gotta watch my health\nI'm so hard nigga, glock 17 quick draw nigga\nLike the old me, 17, sippin malt liquor\nAll black khaki suit, all black Converse\nNigga I'ma keep on stompin comin (Straight Outta)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Compton\n  artist: The Game\n  album: Let’s Ride\n  duration_ms: 281000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Gangsta boogie, gangsta boogie! 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Gangsta boogie.\nNigga nigga nigga I'm from\n\n(Compton, Compton, Compton)\nIt's the home of America's gangsta rap\nThe place of danger where\nThe {\"Gangsta boogie\"}, the {\"gangsta boogie!\"}\nThe {\"Gangsta boogie\"}, the {\"gangsta boogie!\"}\nWhere the cops is crooked, and them bitches is killin\nAnd them niggaz hold it down like black guerillas, where\nThe {\"Gangsta boogie\"}, the {\"gangsta boogie!\"}\nThe {\"Gangsta boogie\"} - nigga nigga nigga I'm from (Compton)\n\nYeah, The Game on fire, check the gold wires\nHip-Hop on lock like some muh'fuckin pliers\nMe and Will.I.Am yeah we take niggaz higher\nNiggaz talkin shit get your fuckin mouth wired\nWalkin through Compton, Eazy still alive\nRaider hat to the back throw your dubs in the sky\nMy flowetry wicked, sit back while I kick it\nAnd do it like Dre did it, N.W.A. did it\nI cook crack like the first nigga that ever bought a brick\nFrom a ese, nigga I could write an essay\nAbout all the gangsta niggaz that I seen lowridin\nIn they Che-vys with a bitch ridin shotgun reppin L.A.\nCrips, Bloods, homes goin loco\nMy glock to me, is like Ice Cube and Yo-Yo\nSittin in a low-low, on chrome spinners\nNobody drop nuttin this winter, nigga I'm from\n\nNigga I smoke chronic, ain't shit changed\nSince Young MC and Eazy-E was rappin, \"We All in the Same Gang\"\nSome niggaz chain hang, other niggaz gangbang\nI do both cause I'm the king of the motherfuckin West coast\nKick the door open, Will let's go\nFlow like Esco', New York niggaz say I'm the best yo\nHard like Timbos, blowin on indo\nNiggaz try to play me get stretched out like a limo\nI was shoppin crack when Dre was bangin my demo\nAnd all you old niggaz is washed up like N.O.\nDon't take it the wrong way, I got love for my kinfolk\nCan I get a moment of silence Will bang the instrumental\n. 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Who the fuck you think they came to see?\nThe protégé of the D R E,\nYou take a picture with him, and you gotta fuck me,\nAnd you gotta fuck Busta, can't touch Eve,\nGot something in my waist that you can't touch either,\nThat's - my gangsta bitch, and like Crips and Bloods,\nI'm in the club on some gangsta shit.\n(So nigga twist up)\nLight another dub,\nBitches get scared when niggas start fighting in the club.\nAin't nothing but a g-thing, baby it's a g-thing,\nBounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string,\nI fuck a different bitch seven days a week,\nHit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat.\n\n(If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\nHop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,\n(I turn it into a strip-club)\nCall it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,\n(If I could fit the whole world in the club)\nTell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch\n(Pop bottles and twist up)\nRoll up chronic and hash,\nIn a blunt, call it Aftermath\n\nNiggas thought I wasn't coming back, look at me now\nHoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the motherfucking top down,\nI'm The Game, nigga\nCall your bitch, she ain't home, she with Game, nigga\nRemember that, Dre\nYou passed me the torch, I lit the chronic with it, now the world is my ashtray,\nRidin' three-wheel motion 'till the ass scrapes,\nTurn sunset into a motherfucking drag-race.\nNow watch it bounce,\nHit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the shit down.\n(When you hit the club)\nTell 'em you came with me,\n(We gonna twist up)\nIn the V.I.P.\nIt's a new day, and if you ever knew Dre,\nMotherfucker, you would say I was the new Dre.\nSame Impala, different spokes\nSame chronic, just a different smoke.\n\n(If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\nHop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,\n(I turn it into a strip-club)\nCall it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,\n(If I could fit the hole world in the club)\nTell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch\n(Pop bottles and twist up)\nRoll up chronic and hash,\nIn a blunt, call it Aftermath","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.54]Pull the rag off the six-fo',\n[00:03.51]\n[00:23.41]Hit the switch, show niggas how the shit go,\n[00:26.35]The Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone,\n[00:29.00]The D's is chrome, the frame is black.\n[00:31.28](So watch it lift up)\n[00:33.17]Till the motherfucker bounce and break,\n[00:34.88]And knock both of the screws out the licence plate.\n[00:37.15]Let the games begin,\n[00:38.69]These other rap niggas so far behind me, go taste my rims,\n[00:41.62]Shit, let the chronic burn as the datens spin.\n[00:45.05]It ain't been this much drama since I first heard Eminem,\n[00:47.36]In the club, poppin' X pills like M & Ms,\n[00:49.11]Call it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch bring a friend.\n[00:51.85]Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round,\n[00:55.05]And put that cheap-ass hypnotic down.\n[00:57.43](Put your 'cris up!)\n[00:59.38]If you feel the same way,\n[01:00.24]Who got 'em hittin' switches NY to LA\n[01:01.69](If I could fit the whole hood in the club)\n[01:03.12]Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,\n[01:04.04](I turn it into a strip-club)\n[01:06.99]\n[01:09.48]Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,\n[01:11.85](If I could fit the whole world in the club)\n[01:14.34]Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch\n[01:17.13](Pop bottles and twist up)\n[01:19.09]Roll up chronic and hash,\n[01:20.85]In a blunt, call it Aftermath\n[01:22.25]Somebody tell me where the drinks at,\n[01:24.37]Where the bitches at,\n[01:25.82]You fucking on the first night, meet me in the back.\n[01:28.31]I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks,\n[01:30.71]Move bitch! 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