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I've got a name\n  Ever since an adolescent I've been deep in the game\n  All I need is more weed, a little something for the pain\n  So good like a hook from T-Pain\n  They say you're nobody til somebody kills you\n  I say \"go be somebody, even if it kills you.\"\n  They say \"death smells like bad ass weed\"\n  Another watch, another chain: last thing a nigga needs\n  I swear to God, a chopper right by the night stand\n  Clip my half a hundred, case another hundred grand\n  And get some rest when your conscious keep waking ya\n  The evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya\n  Having nightmares, I wake up in a cold sweat\n  Get dressed and hit the club in a Corvette\n  God damn cuz, you say some cold shit\n  But why they still riding to your old shit?\n  Party by the beat, all still riding with ya\n  Party by the big riders, still siding with ya\n  Party by the real niggas still hustling to ya\n  I know you're here in the day, ain't nothing to ya\n  They say pictures worth 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Die for the paper, hustle relentless\n  Nigga, I take the sky from a scraper\n  The Gerber out a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house\n  These rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out\n  Black Tims kicking in the door, at your lady house\n  He at the strip club, well fuck it, we gon wait it out\n  You tipped him off, so now all the K's is out\n  We located shot him down from the neighbor's house\n\n  It goes one for the money, two for the dough\n  On the count of three, niggas kicking at your door\n  Here come the paramedics!\n  It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\n  Game and the snowman, 100 miles and gunning\n  Here come the paramedics!\n"},{"id":37848499,"name":"Paramedics","trackName":"Paramedics","artistName":"Game","albumName":"The RED Album","duration":297.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One niggas down, two niggas run it, Game and the Snowman\nOne hundred miles and gunning, here come the paramedics\n\nIt goes one for the money, 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I've got a name\nEver since an adolescent I've been deep in the game\nAll I need is more weed, a little something for the pain\nSo good like a hook from T-Pain\nThey say you're nobody til somebody kills you\nI say \"go be somebody, even if it kills you.\"\nThey say \"death smells like bad ass weed\"\nAnother watch, another chain: last thing a nigga needs\nI swear to God, a chopper right by the night stand\nClip my half a hundred, case another hundred grand\nAnd get some rest when your conscious keep waking ya\nThe evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya\nHaving nightmares, I wake up in a cold sweat\nGet dressed and hit the club in a Corvette\nGod damn cuz, you say some cold shit\nBut why they still riding to your old shit?\nParty by the beat, all still riding with ya\nParty by the big riders, still siding with ya\nParty by the real niggas still hustling to ya\nI know you're here in the day, ain't nothing to ya\nThey say pictures worth about a thousand words\nThese niggas talking like they really worth a thousand birds\nHere come the paramedics, bitch I done told you\nWhen niggas calling beef, it's for the tofu\n\nIt goes one for the money, two for the dough\nOn the count of three, niggas kicking at your door\nHere come the paramedics!\nIt goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\nGame and the snowman, 100 miles and\nGunning\nHere come the paramedics!\n\nGive a nigga a couple shots, and I ain't talking about vodka\nHanging out the sunroof, Snowman driving\nNigga live through these shots: Put his ass on Survivor!\nFresh up at the trap, I ain't never been a rat\nGet cheese like a mouse, so I'm honest throwing stack\nLet you suckers make it rain, I'll make it Katrina\nAnd pile all them hoes in the back of my Beamer\nHit the freeway, bumping Geto Boys, with the V12 steaming\nTop down, in the rain, California dreaming\nI'd be lying if I said I still flip birds\n...Well nigga I still flip birds!\nWord to the doors on this Gina I'm sitting on\nAin't a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on\nWho else you know shit out Benjamins, and piss Patron?\nPut Michael Buffer between us, and let's get it on!\n\nIt goes one for the money, two for the dough\nOn the count of three, niggas kicking at your door\nHere come the paramedics!\nIt goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\nGame and the snowman, 100 miles and gunning\nHere come the paramedics!\n\n(I'mma pull the K out, and turn em back around)\nLook, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that bitch down?\nTell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody else around\nJeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather\nMy birds the best pound for pound, like Mayweather\nUndisputed: I never lost a brick\nUPS, FedEx and duct tape to a bitch\nPut her ass on that greyhound\nTell that ho to stay down\nSleep the first 48, and wake up in the A-Town\nGive a fuck about a bitch\nDie for the paper, hustle relentless\nNigga, I take the sky from a scraper\nThe Gerber out a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house\nThese rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out\nBlack Tims kicking in the door, at your lady house\nHe at the strip club, well fuck it, we gon wait it out\nYou tipped him off, so now all the K's is out\nWe located shot him down from the neighbor's house\n\nIt goes one for the money, two for the dough\nOn the count of three, niggas kicking at your door\nHere come the paramedics!\nIt goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\nGame and the snowman, 100 miles and gunning\nHere come the paramedics!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Paramedics\n  artist: The Game feat. 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I've got a name\n  Ever since an adolescent I've been deep in the game\n  All I need is more weed, a little something for the pain\n  So good like a hook from T-Pain\n  They say you're nobody til somebody kills you\n  I say \"go be somebody, even if it kills you.\"\n  They say \"death smells like bad ass weed\"\n  Another watch, another chain: last thing a nigga needs\n  I swear to God, a chopper right by the night stand\n  Clip my half a hundred, case another hundred grand\n  And get some rest when your conscious keep waking ya\n  The evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya\n  Having nightmares, I wake up in a cold sweat\n  Get dressed and hit the club in a Corvette\n  God damn cuz, you say some cold shit\n  But why they still riding to your old shit?\n  Party by the beat, all still riding with ya\n  Party by the big riders, still siding with ya\n  Party by the real niggas still hustling to ya\n  I know you're here in the day, ain't nothing to ya\n  They say pictures worth about a thousand words\n  These niggas talking like they really worth a thousand birds\n  Here come the paramedics, bitch I done told you\n  When niggas calling beef, it's for the tofu\n\n  It goes one for the money, two for the dough\n  On the count of three, niggas kicking at your door\n  Here come the paramedics!\n  It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\n  Game and the snowman, 100 miles and\n  Gunning\n  Here come the paramedics!\n\n  Give a nigga a couple shots, and I ain't talking about vodka\n  Hanging out the sunroof, Snowman driving\n  Nigga live through these shots: Put his ass on Survivor!\n  Fresh up at the trap, I ain't never been a rat\n  Get cheese like a mouse, so I'm honest throwing stack\n  Let you suckers make it rain, I'll make it Katrina\n  And pile all them hoes in the back of my Beamer\n  Hit the freeway, bumping Geto Boys, with the V12 steaming\n  Top down, in the rain, California dreaming\n  I'd be lying if I said I still flip birds\n  ...Well nigga I still flip birds!\n  Word to the doors on this Gina I'm sitting on\n  Ain't a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on\n  Who else you know shit out Benjamins, and piss Patron?\n  Put Michael Buffer between us, and let's get it on!\n\n  It goes one for the money, two for the dough\n  On the count of three, niggas kicking at your door\n  Here come the paramedics!\n  It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\n  Game and the snowman, 100 miles and gunning\n  Here come the paramedics!\n\n  (I'mma pull the K out, and turn em back around)\n  Look, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that bitch down?\n  Tell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody else around\n  Jeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather\n  My birds the best pound for pound, like Mayweather\n  Undisputed: I never lost a brick\n  UPS, FedEx and duct tape to a bitch\n  Put her ass on that greyhound\n  Tell that ho to stay down\n  Sleep the first 48, and wake up in the A-Town\n  Give a fuck about a bitch\n  Die for the paper, hustle relentless\n  Nigga, I take the sky from a scraper\n  The Gerber out a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house\n  These rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out\n  Black Tims kicking in the door, at your lady house\n  He at the strip club, well fuck it, we gon wait it out\n  You tipped him off, so now all the K's is out\n  We located shot him down from the neighbor's house\n\n  It goes one for the money, two for the dough\n  On the count of three, niggas kicking at your door\n  Here come the paramedics!\n  It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\n  Game and the snowman, 100 miles and gunning\n  Here come the paramedics!\n"},{"id":31935280,"name":"Paramedics","trackName":"Paramedics","artistName":"The Game; Young Jeezy","albumName":"The R.E.D. 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I've got a name\nEver since an adolescent I've been deep in the game\nAll I need is more weed, a little something for the pain\nSo good like a from T-Pain\nThey say you're nobody til somebody kills you\nI say \"go be somebody, even if it kills you... \"\nThey say \"death smells like bad ass weave\"\nAnother watch, another chain: last thing a nigga needs\nI swear to God, a couple right by the night stand\nClip my half a hundred, case another hundred grand\nAnd get some rest when your conscious keep waking ya\nThe evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya\nEvery night, dude, I wake up in a cold sweat\nGet dressed and hit the club in a cold vest\nGod damn, girl, you so sexy, cold shit\nBut why they still riding to your old shit?\nParty by the beat, all still riding with ya\nParty by the big riders, still siding with ya\nParty by the real niggas still hustling to ya\nI know you're here in the day, ain't nothing to ya\n\nSee us riding like some mobsters, with the trunk full of choppers\nGive a nigga a couple shots, and I ain't talking about vodka\nHanging out the sunroof, Snowman driving\nNigga live through these shots: Put his ass on Survivor!\nFresh up at the trap, I ain't never been a rat\nGet cheese like a mouse, so I'm honest throwing stack\nLet you suckers make it rain, I'll make it Katrina\nAnd pile all them hoes in the back of my Beemer\nHit the freeway, bumping \"Ghetto Boys\", with the V12 steaming\nTop down, in the rain, California dreaming\nI'd be lying if I said I still flip birds\n... Well nigga I still flip birds!\nWord to the doors on this [?] I'm sitting on\nAin't a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on\nWho else you know shit out Benjamins, and piss Patron?\nPut Michael Buffer between us, and let's get it on!\n\n(Hey Snowman, these niggas hustling backwards\nI'm a pull the K out, and turn em back around)\nLook, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that bitch down?\nTell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody else around\nJeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather\nMy [?] the best pound for pound, like Mayweather\nUndisputed: I never lost a brick\nUPS, FedEx and duct tape to a bitch\nPut her ass on that greyhound\nTell that ho to stay down\nSleep the first 48, and wake up in the A-Town\nGive a fuck about a bitch\nDie for the paper, hustle relentless\nNigga, I take the sky from a scraper\nThe Gerber out a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house\nThese rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out\nBlack Tims kicking in the door, at your lady house\nHe at the strip club, well fuck it, we gon wait it out\nYou tipped him off, so now all the K's is out\nWe [?], shot him down from the neighbor's house","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.90] I say one niggas down, 2 niggas run it\n[00:19.13] Call me snowman, 100 miles and gunning\n[00:20.90] Here come the paramedics!\n[00:24.42] It goes 1 for the money, 2 for the dough\n[00:27.13] All you got is 3 niggas kicking at your door\n[00:29.94] Here come the paramedics!\n[00:36.74] It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\n[00:38.81] Call me snowman, 100 miles and gunning\n[00:43.76] Here come the paramedics!\n[00:47.08] Here come the pain! 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I've got a name\nEver since an adolescent I've been deep in the game\nAll I need is more weed, a little something for the pain\nSo good like a hook from T-Pain\nThey say you're nobody til somebody kills you\nI say \"go be somebody, even if it kills you.\"\nThey say \"death smells like bad ass weed\"\nAnother watch, another chain: last thing a nigga needs\nI swear to God, a chopper right by the night stand\nClip my half a hundred, case another hundred grand\nAnd get some rest when your conscious keep waking ya\nThe evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya\nHaving nightmares, I wake up in a cold sweat\nGet dressed and hit the club in a Corvette\nGod damn cuz, you say some cold shit\nBut why they still riding to your old shit?\nParty by the beat, all still riding with ya\nParty by the big riders, still siding with ya\nParty by the real niggas still hustling to ya\nI know you're here in the day, ain't nothing to ya\nThey say pictures worth about a thousand words\nThese niggas talking like they really worth a thousand birds\nHere come the paramedics, bitch I done told you\nWhen niggas calling beef, it's for the tofu\n\nIt goes one for the money, two for the dough\nOn the count of three, niggas kicking at your door\nHere come the paramedics!\nIt goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\nGame and the snowman, 100 miles and\nGunning\nHere come the paramedics!\n\nGive a nigga a couple shots, and I ain't talking about vodka\nHanging out the sunroof, Snowman driving\nNigga live through these shots: Put his ass on Survivor!\nFresh up at the trap, I ain't never been a rat\nGet cheese like a mouse, so I'm honest throwing stack\nLet you suckers make it rain, I'll make it Katrina\nAnd pile all them hoes in the back of my Beamer\nHit the freeway, bumping Geto Boys, with the V12 steaming\nTop down, in the rain, California dreaming\nI'd be lying if I said I still flip birds\n...Well nigga I still flip birds!\nWord to the doors on this Gina I'm sitting on\nAin't a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on\nWho else you know shit out Benjamins, and piss Patron?\nPut Michael Buffer between us, and let's get it on!\n\nIt goes one for the money, two for the dough\nOn the count of three, niggas kicking at your door\nHere come the paramedics!\nIt goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\nGame and the snowman, 100 miles and gunning\nHere come the paramedics!\n\n(I'mma pull the K out, and turn em back around)\nLook, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that bitch down?\nTell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody else around\nJeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather\nMy birds the best pound for pound, like Mayweather\nUndisputed: I never lost a brick\nUPS, FedEx and duct tape to a bitch\nPut her ass on that greyhound\nTell that ho to stay down\nSleep the first 48, and wake up in the A-Town\nGive a fuck about a bitch\nDie for the paper, hustle relentless\nNigga, I take the sky from a scraper\nThe Gerber out a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house\nThese rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out\nBlack Tims kicking in the door, at your lady house\nHe at the strip club, well fuck it, we gon wait it out\nYou tipped him off, so now all the K's is out\nWe located shot him down from the neighbor's house\n\nIt goes one for the money, two for the dough\nOn the count of three, niggas kicking at your door\nHere come the paramedics!\nIt goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\nGame and the snowman, 100 miles and gunning\nHere come the paramedics!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Paramedics\n  artist: The Game featuring Jeezy\n  album: The R.E.D. 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Well nigga I still flip birds!\nWord to the doors on this [?] I'm sitting on\nAin't a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on\nWho else you know shit out Benjamins, and piss Patron?\nPut Michael Buffer between us, and let's get it on!\n\n(Hey Snowman, these niggas hustling backwards\nI'm a pull the K out, and turn em back around)\nLook, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that bitch down?\nTell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody else around\nJeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather\nMy [?] the best pound for pound, like Mayweather\nUndisputed: I never lost a brick\nUPS, FedEx and duct tape to a bitch\nPut her ass on that greyhound\nTell that ho to stay down\nSleep the first 48, and wake up in the A-Town\nGive a fuck about a bitch\nDie for the paper, hustle relentless\nNigga, I take the sky from a scraper\nThe Gerber out a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house\nThese rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out\nBlack Tims kicking in the door, at your lady house\nHe at the strip club, well fuck it, we gon wait it out\nYou tipped him off, so now all the K's is out\nWe [?], shot him down from the neighbor's house","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.94] I say one niggas down, 2 niggas run it\n[00:19.19] Call me snowman, 100 miles and gunning\n[00:20.99] Here come the paramedics!\n[00:24.43] It goes 1 for the money, 2 for the dough\n[00:27.10] All you got is 3 niggas kicking at your door\n[00:29.96] Here come the paramedics!\n[00:36.79] It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\n[00:38.87] Call me snowman, 100 miles and gunning\n[00:43.79] Here come the paramedics!\n[00:47.04] Here come the pain! 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I've got a name\n  Ever since an adolescent I've been deep in the game\n  All I need is more weed, a little something for the pain\n  So good like a from T-Pain\n  They say you're nobody til somebody kills you\n  I say \"go be somebody, even if it kills you... \"\n  They say \"death smells like bad ass weave\"\n  Another watch, another chain: last thing a nigga needs\n  I swear to God, a couple right by the night stand\n  Clip my half a hundred, case another hundred grand\n  And get some rest when your conscious keep waking ya\n  The evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya\n  Every night, dude, I wake up in a cold sweat\n  Get dressed and hit the club in a cold vest\n  God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold shit\n  But why they still riding to your old shit?\n  Party by the beat, all still riding with ya\n  Party by the big riders, still siding with ya\n  Party by the real niggas still hustling to ya\n  I know you're here in the day, ain't nothing to ya\n\n  See us riding like some mobsters, with the trunk full of choppers\n  Give a nigga a couple shots, and I ain't talking about vodka\n  Hanging out the sunroof, Snowman driving\n  Nigga live through these shots: Put his ass on Survivor!\n  Fresh up at the trap, I ain't never been a rat\n  Get cheese like a mouse, so I'm honest throwing stack\n  Let you suckers make it rain, I'll make it Katrina\n  And pile all them hoes in the back of my Beemer\n  Hit the freeway, bumping \"Ghetto Boys\", with the V12 steaming\n  Top down, in the rain, California dreaming\n  I'd be lying if I said I still flip birds\n  ... Well nigga I still flip birds!\n  Word to the doors on this [?] I'm sitting on\n  Ain't a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on\n  Who else you know shit out Benjamins, and piss Patron?\n  Put Michael Buffer between us, and let's get it on!\n\n  (Hey Snowman, these niggas hustling backwards\n  I'm a pull the K out, and turn em back around)\n  Look, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that bitch down?\n  Tell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody else around\n  Jeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather\n  My [?] the best pound for pound, like Mayweather\n  Undisputed: I never lost a brick\n  UPS, FedEx and duct tape to a bitch\n  Put her ass on that greyhound\n  Tell that ho to stay down\n  Sleep the first 48, and wake up in the A-Town\n  Give a fuck about a bitch\n  Die for the paper, hustle relentless\n  Nigga, I take the sky from a scraper\n  The Gerber out a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house\n  These rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out\n  Black Tims kicking in the door, at your lady house\n  He at the strip club, well fuck it, we gon wait it out\n  You tipped him off, so now all the K's is out\n  We [?], shot him down from the neighbor's house\n"},{"id":22670314,"name":"Paramedics (Ft. 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I've got a name\nEver since an adolescent I've been deep in the game\nAll I need is more weed, a little something for the pain\nSo good like a from T-Pain\nThey say you're nobody til somebody kills you\nI say \"go be somebody, even if it kills you... \"\nThey say \"death smells like bad ass weave\"\nAnother watch, another chain: last thing a nigga needs\nI swear to God, a couple right by the night stand\nClip my half a hundred, case another hundred grand\nAnd get some rest when your conscious keep waking ya\nThe evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya\nEvery night, dude, I wake up in a cold sweat\nGet dressed and hit the club in a cold vest\nGod damn, girl, you so sexy, cold shit\nBut why they still riding to your old shit?\nParty by the beat, all still riding with ya\nParty by the big riders, still siding with ya\nParty by the real niggas still hustling to ya\nI know you're here in the day, ain't nothing to ya\n\nSee us riding like some mobsters, with the trunk full of choppers\nGive a nigga a couple shots, and I ain't talking about vodka\nHanging out the sunroof, Snowman driving\nNigga live through these shots: Put his ass on Survivor!\nFresh up at the trap, I ain't never been a rat\nGet cheese like a mouse, so I'm honest throwing stack\nLet you suckers make it rain, I'll make it Katrina\nAnd pile all them hoes in the back of my Beemer\nHit the freeway, bumping \"Ghetto Boys\", with the V12 steaming\nTop down, in the rain, California dreaming\nI'd be lying if I said I still flip birds\n... Well nigga I still flip birds!\nWord to the doors on this [?] I'm sitting on\nAin't a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on\nWho else you know shit out Benjamins, and piss Patron?\nPut Michael Buffer between us, and let's get it on!\n\n(Hey Snowman, these niggas hustling backwards\nI'm a pull the K out, and turn em back around)\nLook, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that bitch down?\nTell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody else around\nJeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather\nMy [?] the best pound for pound, like Mayweather\nUndisputed: I never lost a brick\nUPS, FedEx and duct tape to a bitch\nPut her ass on that greyhound\nTell that ho to stay down\nSleep the first 48, and wake up in the A-Town\nGive a fuck about a bitch\nDie for the paper, hustle relentless\nNigga, I take the sky from a scraper\nThe Gerber out a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house\nThese rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out\nBlack Tims kicking in the door, at your lady house\nHe at the strip club, well fuck it, we gon wait it out\nYou tipped him off, so now all the K's is out\nWe [?], shot him down from the neighbor's house","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.90] I say one niggas down, 2 niggas run it\n[00:19.13] Call me snowman, 100 miles and gunning\n[00:20.90] Here come the paramedics!\n[00:24.42] It goes 1 for the money, 2 for the dough\n[00:27.13] All you got is 3 niggas kicking at your door\n[00:29.94] Here come the paramedics!\n[00:36.74] It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\n[00:38.81] Call me snowman, 100 miles and gunning\n[00:43.76] Here come the paramedics!\n[00:47.08] Here come the pain! I've got a name\n[00:50.36] Ever since an adolescent I've been deep in the game\n[00:52.89] All I need is more weed, a little something for the pain\n[00:55.77] So good like a from T-Pain\n[00:58.95] They say you're nobody til somebody kills you\n[01:02.28] I say \"go be somebody, even if it kills you... \"\n[01:05.94] They say \"death smells like bad ass weave\"\n[01:10.02] Another watch, another chain: last thing a nigga needs\n[01:11.72] I swear to God, a couple right by the night stand\n[01:13.99] Clip my half a hundred, case another hundred grand\n[01:16.47] And get some rest when your conscious keep waking ya\n[01:19.44] The evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya\n[01:22.06] Every night, dude, I wake up in a cold sweat\n[01:25.45] Get dressed and hit the club in a cold vest\n[01:28.44] God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold shit\n[01:31.80] But why they still riding to your old shit?\n[01:34.66] Party by the beat, all still riding with ya\n[01:37.11] Party by the big riders, still siding with ya\n[01:39.97] Party by the real niggas still hustling to ya\n[01:42.83] I know you're here in the day, ain't nothing to ya\n[01:45.78] See us riding like some mobsters, with the trunk full of choppers\n[01:53.31] Give a nigga a couple shots, and I ain't talking about vodka\n[02:24.34] Hanging out the sunroof, Snowman driving\n[02:27.52] Nigga live through these shots: Put his ass on Survivor!\n[02:30.11] Fresh up at the trap, I ain't never been a rat\n[02:32.96] Get cheese like a mouse, so I'm honest throwing stack\n[02:35.96] Let you suckers make it rain, I'll make it Katrina\n[02:38.85] And pile all them hoes in the back of my Beemer\n[02:42.01] Hit the freeway, bumping \"Ghetto Boys\", with the V12 steaming\n[02:45.57] Top down, in the rain, California dreaming\n[02:47.62] I'd be lying if I said I still flip birds\n[02:52.19] ... 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Well nigga I still flip birds!'\n  start_ms: 172180\n  end_ms: 173910\n- text: Word to the doors on this [?] I'm sitting on\n  start_ms: 173910\n  end_ms: 176470\n- text: Ain't a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on\n  start_ms: 176470\n  end_ms: 179000\n- text: Who else you know shit out Benjamins, and piss Patron?\n  start_ms: 179000\n  end_ms: 182450\n- text: Put Michael Buffer between us, and let's get it on!\n  start_ms: 182450\n  end_ms: 204040\n- text: (Hey Snowman, these niggas hustling backwards\n  start_ms: 204040\n  end_ms: 205250\n- text: I'm a pull the K out, and turn em back around)\n  start_ms: 205250\n  end_ms: 208370\n- text: Look, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that bitch down?\n  start_ms: 208370\n  end_ms: 211170\n- text: Tell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody else around\n  start_ms: 211170\n  end_ms: 213840\n- text: Jeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather\n  start_ms: 213840\n  end_ms: 216970\n- text: My [?] the best pound for pound, like Mayweather\n  start_ms: 216970\n  end_ms: 219970\n- text: 'Undisputed: I never lost a brick'\n  start_ms: 219970\n  end_ms: 222680\n- text: UPS, FedEx and duct tape to a bitch\n  start_ms: 222680\n  end_ms: 225530\n- text: Put her ass on that greyhound\n  start_ms: 225530\n  end_ms: 228230\n- text: Tell that ho to stay down\n  start_ms: 228230\n  end_ms: 229380\n- text: Sleep the first 48, and wake up in the A-Town\n  start_ms: 229380\n  end_ms: 231360\n- text: Give a fuck about a bitch\n  start_ms: 231360\n  end_ms: 233320\n- text: Die for the paper, hustle relentless\n  start_ms: 233320\n  end_ms: 234570\n- text: Nigga, I take the sky from a scraper\n  start_ms: 234570\n  end_ms: 236920\n- text: The Gerber out a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house\n  start_ms: 236920\n  end_ms: 239860\n- text: These rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out\n  start_ms: 239860\n  end_ms: 242800\n- text: Black Tims kicking in the door, at your lady house\n  start_ms: 242800\n  end_ms: 245970\n- text: He at the strip club, well fuck it, we gon wait it out\n  start_ms: 245970\n  end_ms: 248630\n- text: You tipped him off, so now all the K's is out\n  start_ms: 248630\n  end_ms: 251860\n- text: We [?], shot him down from the neighbor's house\n  start_ms: 251860\n  end_ms: 254760\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 254760\nplain: |-\n  I say one niggas down, 2 niggas run it\n  Call me snowman, 100 miles and gunning\n  Here come the paramedics!\n  It goes 1 for the money, 2 for the dough\n  All you got is 3 niggas kicking at your door\n  Here come the paramedics!\n  It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\n  Call me snowman, 100 miles and gunning\n  Here come the paramedics!\n\n  Here come the pain! I've got a name\n  Ever since an adolescent I've been deep in the game\n  All I need is more weed, a little something for the pain\n  So good like a from T-Pain\n  They say you're nobody til somebody kills you\n  I say \"go be somebody, even if it kills you... \"\n  They say \"death smells like bad ass weave\"\n  Another watch, another chain: last thing a nigga needs\n  I swear to God, a couple right by the night stand\n  Clip my half a hundred, case another hundred grand\n  And get some rest when your conscious keep waking ya\n  The evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya\n  Every night, dude, I wake up in a cold sweat\n  Get dressed and hit the club in a cold vest\n  God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold shit\n  But why they still riding to your old shit?\n  Party by the beat, all still riding with ya\n  Party by the big riders, still siding with ya\n  Party by the real niggas still hustling to ya\n  I know you're here in the day, ain't nothing to ya\n\n  See us riding like some mobsters, with the trunk full of choppers\n  Give a nigga a couple shots, and I ain't talking about vodka\n  Hanging out the sunroof, Snowman driving\n  Nigga live through these shots: Put his ass on Survivor!\n  Fresh up at the trap, I ain't never been a rat\n  Get cheese like a mouse, so I'm honest throwing stack\n  Let you suckers make it rain, I'll make it Katrina\n  And pile all them hoes in the back of my Beemer\n  Hit the freeway, bumping \"Ghetto Boys\", with the V12 steaming\n  Top down, in the rain, California dreaming\n  I'd be lying if I said I still flip birds\n  ... Well nigga I still flip birds!\n  Word to the doors on this [?] I'm sitting on\n  Ain't a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on\n  Who else you know shit out Benjamins, and piss Patron?\n  Put Michael Buffer between us, and let's get it on!\n\n  (Hey Snowman, these niggas hustling backwards\n  I'm a pull the K out, and turn em back around)\n  Look, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that bitch down?\n  Tell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody else around\n  Jeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather\n  My [?] the best pound for pound, like Mayweather\n  Undisputed: I never lost a brick\n  UPS, FedEx and duct tape to a bitch\n  Put her ass on that greyhound\n  Tell that ho to stay down\n  Sleep the first 48, and wake up in the A-Town\n  Give a fuck about a bitch\n  Die for the paper, hustle relentless\n  Nigga, I take the sky from a scraper\n  The Gerber out a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house\n  These rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out\n  Black Tims kicking in the door, at your lady house\n  He at the strip club, well fuck it, we gon wait it out\n  You tipped him off, so now all the K's is out\n  We [?], shot him down from the neighbor's house\n"},{"id":31437564,"name":"Paramedics","trackName":"Paramedics","artistName":"Game featuring Young Jeezy","albumName":"The R.E.D. 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I've got a name\nEver since an adolescent I've been deep in the game\nAll I need is more weed, a little something for the pain\nSo good like a from T-Pain\nThey say you're nobody til somebody kills you\nI say \"go be somebody, even if it kills you... \"\nThey say \"death smells like bad ass weave\"\nAnother watch, another chain: last thing a nigga needs\nI swear to God, a couple right by the night stand\nClip my half a hundred, case another hundred grand\nAnd get some rest when your conscious keep waking ya\nThe evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya\nEvery night, dude, I wake up in a cold sweat\nGet dressed and hit the club in a cold vest\nGod damn, girl, you so sexy, cold shit\nBut why they still riding to your old shit?\nParty by the beat, all still riding with ya\nParty by the big riders, still siding with ya\nParty by the real niggas still hustling to ya\nI know you're here in the day, ain't nothing to ya\n\nSee us riding like some mobsters, with the trunk full of choppers\nGive a nigga a couple shots, and I ain't talking about vodka\nHanging out the sunroof, Snowman driving\nNigga live through these shots: Put his ass on Survivor!\nFresh up at the trap, I ain't never been a rat\nGet cheese like a mouse, so I'm honest throwing stack\nLet you suckers make it rain, I'll make it Katrina\nAnd pile all them hoes in the back of my Beemer\nHit the freeway, bumping \"Ghetto Boys\", with the V12 steaming\nTop down, in the rain, California dreaming\nI'd be lying if I said I still flip birds\n... Well nigga I still flip birds!\nWord to the doors on this [?] I'm sitting on\nAin't a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on\nWho else you know shit out Benjamins, and piss Patron?\nPut Michael Buffer between us, and let's get it on!\n\n(Hey Snowman, these niggas hustling backwards\nI'm a pull the K out, and turn em back around)\nLook, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that bitch down?\nTell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody else around\nJeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather\nMy [?] the best pound for pound, like Mayweather\nUndisputed: I never lost a brick\nUPS, FedEx and duct tape to a bitch\nPut her ass on that greyhound\nTell that ho to stay down\nSleep the first 48, and wake up in the A-Town\nGive a fuck about a bitch\nDie for the paper, hustle relentless\nNigga, I take the sky from a scraper\nThe Gerber out a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house\nThese rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out\nBlack Tims kicking in the door, at your lady house\nHe at the strip club, well fuck it, we gon wait it out\nYou tipped him off, so now all the K's is out\nWe [?], shot him down from the neighbor's house","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.90] I say one niggas down, 2 niggas run it\n[00:19.13] Call me snowman, 100 miles and gunning\n[00:20.90] Here come the paramedics!\n[00:24.42] It goes 1 for the money, 2 for the dough\n[00:27.13] All you got is 3 niggas kicking at your door\n[00:29.94] Here come the paramedics!\n[00:36.74] It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\n[00:38.81] Call me snowman, 100 miles and gunning\n[00:43.76] Here come the paramedics!\n[00:47.08] Here come the pain! 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I've got a name\nEver since an adolescent I've been deep in the game\nAll I need is more weed, a little something for the pain\nSo good like a hook from T-Pain\nThey say you're nobody til somebody kills you\nI say \"go be somebody, even if it kills you.\"\nThey say \"death smells like bad ass weed\"\nAnother watch, another chain: last thing a nigga needs\nI swear to God, a chopper right by the night stand\nClip my half a hundred, case another hundred grand\nAnd get some rest when your conscious keep waking ya\nThe evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya\nHaving nightmares, I wake up in a cold sweat\nGet dressed and hit the club in a Corvette\nGod damn cuz, you say some cold shit\nBut why they still riding to your old shit?\nParty by the beat, all still riding with ya\nParty by the big riders, still siding with ya\nParty by the real niggas still hustling to ya\nI know you're here in the day, ain't nothing to ya\nThey say pictures worth about a thousand words\nThese niggas talking like they really worth a thousand birds\nHere come the paramedics, bitch I done told you\nWhen niggas calling beef, it's for the tofu\n\nIt goes one for the money, two for the dough\nOn the count of three, niggas kicking at your door\nHere come the paramedics!\nIt goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\nGame and the snowman, 100 miles and\nGunning\nHere come the paramedics!\n\nGive a nigga a couple shots, and I ain't talking about vodka\nHanging out the sunroof, Snowman driving\nNigga live through these shots: Put his ass on Survivor!\nFresh up at the trap, I ain't never been a rat\nGet cheese like a mouse, so I'm honest throwing stack\nLet you suckers make it rain, I'll make it Katrina\nAnd pile all them hoes in the back of my Beamer\nHit the freeway, bumping Geto Boys, with the V12 steaming\nTop down, in the rain, California dreaming\nI'd be lying if I said I still flip birds\n...Well nigga I still flip birds!\nWord to the doors on this Gina I'm sitting on\nAin't a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on\nWho else you know shit out Benjamins, and piss Patron?\nPut Michael Buffer between us, and let's get it on!\n\nIt goes one for the money, two for the dough\nOn the count of three, niggas kicking at your door\nHere come the paramedics!\nIt goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\nGame and the snowman, 100 miles and gunning\nHere come the paramedics!\n\n(I'mma pull the K out, and turn em back around)\nLook, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that bitch down?\nTell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody else around\nJeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather\nMy birds the best pound for pound, like Mayweather\nUndisputed: I never lost a brick\nUPS, FedEx and duct tape to a bitch\nPut her ass on that greyhound\nTell that ho to stay down\nSleep the first 48, and wake up in the A-Town\nGive a fuck about a bitch\nDie for the paper, hustle relentless\nNigga, I take the sky from a scraper\nThe Gerber out a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house\nThese rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out\nBlack Tims kicking in the door, at your lady house\nHe at the strip club, well fuck it, we gon wait it out\nYou tipped him off, so now all the K's is out\nWe located shot him down from the neighbor's house\n\nIt goes one for the money, two for the dough\nOn the count of three, niggas kicking at your door\nHere come the paramedics!\nIt goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\nGame and the snowman, 100 miles and gunning\nHere come the paramedics!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Paramedics feat Jeezy\n  artist: The Game\n  album: The R.E.D. 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I've got a name\n  Ever since an adolescent I've been deep in the game\n  All I need is more weed, a little something for the pain\n  So good like a hook from T-Pain\n  They say you're nobody til somebody kills you\n  I say \"go be somebody, even if it kills you.\"\n  They say \"death smells like bad ass weed\"\n  Another watch, another chain: last thing a nigga needs\n  I swear to God, a chopper right by the night stand\n  Clip my half a hundred, case another hundred grand\n  And get some rest when your conscious keep waking ya\n  The evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya\n  Having nightmares, I wake up in a cold sweat\n  Get dressed and hit the club in a Corvette\n  God damn cuz, you say some cold shit\n  But why they still riding to your old shit?\n  Party by the beat, all still riding with ya\n  Party by the big riders, still siding with ya\n  Party by the real niggas still hustling to ya\n  I know you're here in the day, ain't nothing to ya\n  They say pictures worth about a thousand words\n  These niggas talking like they really worth a thousand birds\n  Here come the paramedics, bitch I done told you\n  When niggas calling beef, it's for the tofu\n\n  It goes one for the money, two for the dough\n  On the count of three, niggas kicking at your door\n  Here come the paramedics!\n  It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\n  Game and the snowman, 100 miles and\n  Gunning\n  Here come the paramedics!\n\n  Give a nigga a couple shots, and I ain't talking about vodka\n  Hanging out the sunroof, Snowman driving\n  Nigga live through these shots: Put his ass on Survivor!\n  Fresh up at the trap, I ain't never been a rat\n  Get cheese like a mouse, so I'm honest throwing stack\n  Let you suckers make it rain, I'll make it Katrina\n  And pile all them hoes in the back of my Beamer\n  Hit the freeway, bumping Geto Boys, with the V12 steaming\n  Top down, in the rain, California dreaming\n  I'd be lying if I said I still flip birds\n  ...Well nigga I still flip birds!\n  Word to the doors on this Gina I'm sitting on\n  Ain't a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on\n  Who else you know shit out Benjamins, and piss Patron?\n  Put Michael Buffer between us, and let's get it on!\n\n  It goes one for the money, two for the dough\n  On the count of three, niggas kicking at your door\n  Here come the paramedics!\n  It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\n  Game and the snowman, 100 miles and gunning\n  Here come the paramedics!\n\n  (I'mma pull the K out, and turn em back around)\n  Look, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that bitch down?\n  Tell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody else around\n  Jeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather\n  My birds the best pound for pound, like Mayweather\n  Undisputed: I never lost a brick\n  UPS, FedEx and duct tape to a bitch\n  Put her ass on that greyhound\n  Tell that ho to stay down\n  Sleep the first 48, and wake up in the A-Town\n  Give a fuck about a bitch\n  Die for the paper, hustle relentless\n  Nigga, I take the sky from a scraper\n  The Gerber out a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house\n  These rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out\n  Black Tims kicking in the door, at your lady house\n  He at the strip club, well fuck it, we gon wait it out\n  You tipped him off, so now all the K's is out\n  We located shot him down from the neighbor's house\n\n  It goes one for the money, two for the dough\n  On the count of three, niggas kicking at your door\n  Here come the paramedics!\n  It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\n  Game and the snowman, 100 miles and gunning\n  Here come the paramedics!\n"},{"id":31584051,"name":"Paramedics","trackName":"Paramedics","artistName":"GAME Feat. 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I've got a name\n  Ever since an adolescent I've been deep in the game\n  All I need is more weed, a little something for the pain\n  So good like a hook from T-Pain\n  They say you're nobody til somebody kills you\n  I say \"go be somebody, even if it kills you.\"\n  They say \"death smells like bad ass weed\"\n  Another watch, another chain: last thing a nigga needs\n  I swear to God, a chopper right by the night stand\n  Clip my half a hundred, case another hundred grand\n  And get some rest when your conscious keep waking ya\n  The evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya\n  Having nightmares, I wake up in a cold sweat\n  Get dressed and hit the club in a Corvette\n  God damn cuz, you say some cold shit\n  But why they still riding to your old shit?\n  Party by the beat, all still riding with ya\n  Party by the big riders, still siding with ya\n  Party by the real niggas still hustling to ya\n  I know you're here in the day, ain't nothing to ya\n  They say pictures worth about a thousand words\n  These niggas talking like they really worth a thousand birds\n  Here come the paramedics, bitch I done told you\n  When niggas calling beef, it's for the tofu\n\n  It goes one for the money, two for the dough\n  On the count of three, niggas kicking at your door\n  Here come the paramedics!\n  It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\n  Game and the snowman, 100 miles and\n  Gunning\n  Here come the paramedics!\n\n  Give a nigga a couple shots, and I ain't talking about vodka\n  Hanging out the sunroof, Snowman driving\n  Nigga live through these shots: Put his ass on Survivor!\n  Fresh up at the trap, I ain't never been a rat\n  Get cheese like a mouse, so I'm honest throwing stack\n  Let you suckers make it rain, I'll make it Katrina\n  And pile all them hoes in the back of my Beamer\n  Hit the freeway, bumping Geto Boys, with the V12 steaming\n  Top down, in the rain, California dreaming\n  I'd be lying if I said I still flip birds\n  ...Well nigga I still flip birds!\n  Word to the doors on this Gina I'm sitting on\n  Ain't a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on\n  Who else you know shit out Benjamins, and piss Patron?\n  Put Michael Buffer between us, and let's get it on!\n\n  It goes one for the money, two for the dough\n  On the count of three, niggas kicking at your door\n  Here come the paramedics!\n  It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\n  Game and the snowman, 100 miles and gunning\n  Here come the paramedics!\n\n  (I'mma pull the K out, and turn em back around)\n  Look, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that bitch down?\n  Tell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody else around\n  Jeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather\n  My birds the best pound for pound, like Mayweather\n  Undisputed: I never lost a brick\n  UPS, FedEx and duct tape to a bitch\n  Put her ass on that greyhound\n  Tell that ho to stay down\n  Sleep the first 48, and wake up in the A-Town\n  Give a fuck about a bitch\n  Die for the paper, hustle relentless\n  Nigga, I take the sky from a scraper\n  The Gerber out a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house\n  These rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out\n  Black Tims kicking in the door, at your lady house\n  He at the strip club, well fuck it, we gon wait it out\n  You tipped him off, so now all the K's is out\n  We located shot him down from the neighbor's house\n\n  It goes one for the money, two for the dough\n  On the count of three, niggas kicking at your door\n  Here come the paramedics!\n  It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\n  Game and the snowman, 100 miles and gunning\n  Here come the paramedics!\n"},{"id":3685941,"name":"Paramedics (feat. 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Well nigga I still flip birds!\nWord to the doors on this [?] I'm sitting on\nAin't a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on\nWho else you know shit out Benjamins, and piss Patron?\nPut Michael Buffer between us, and let's get it on!\n\n(Hey Snowman, these niggas hustling backwards\nI'm a pull the K out, and turn em back around)\nLook, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that bitch down?\nTell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody else around\nJeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather\nMy [?] the best pound for pound, like Mayweather\nUndisputed: I never lost a brick\nUPS, FedEx and duct tape to a bitch\nPut her ass on that greyhound\nTell that ho to stay down\nSleep the first 48, and wake up in the A-Town\nGive a fuck about a bitch\nDie for the paper, hustle relentless\nNigga, I take the sky from a scraper\nThe Gerber out a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house\nThese rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out\nBlack Tims kicking in the door, at your lady house\nHe at the strip club, well fuck it, we gon wait it out\nYou tipped him off, so now all the K's is out\nWe [?], shot him down from the neighbor's house","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.98] I say one niggas down, 2 niggas run it\n[00:19.14] Call me snowman, 100 miles and gunning\n[00:20.92] Here come the paramedics!\n[00:24.44] It goes 1 for the money, 2 for the dough\n[00:27.10] All you got is 3 niggas kicking at your door\n[00:29.98] Here come the paramedics!\n[00:36.77] It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\n[00:38.82] Call me snowman, 100 miles and gunning\n[00:43.73] Here come the paramedics!\n[00:47.02] Here come the pain! 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I've got a name\nEver since an adolescent I've been deep in the game\nAll I need is more weed, a little something for the pain\nSo good like a hook from T-Pain\nThey say you're nobody til somebody kills you\nI say \"go be somebody, even if it kills you.\"\nThey say \"death smells like bad ass weed\"\nAnother watch, another chain: last thing a nigga needs\nI swear to God, a chopper right by the night stand\nClip my half a hundred, case another hundred grand\nAnd get some rest when your conscious keep waking ya\nThe evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya\nHaving nightmares, I wake up in a cold sweat\nGet dressed and hit the club in a Corvette\nGod damn cuz, you say some cold shit\nBut why they still riding to your old shit?\nParty by the beat, all still riding with ya\nParty by the big riders, still siding with ya\nParty by the real niggas still hustling to ya\nI know you're here in the day, ain't nothing to ya\nThey say pictures worth about a thousand words\nThese niggas talking like they really worth a thousand birds\nHere come the paramedics, bitch I done told you\nWhen niggas calling beef, it's for the tofu\n\nIt goes one for the money, two for the dough\nOn the count of three, niggas kicking at your door\nHere come the paramedics!\nIt goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\nGame and the snowman, 100 miles and\nGunning\nHere come the paramedics!\n\nGive a nigga a couple shots, and I ain't talking about vodka\nHanging out the sunroof, Snowman driving\nNigga live through these shots: Put his ass on Survivor!\nFresh up at the trap, I ain't never been a rat\nGet cheese like a mouse, so I'm honest throwing stack\nLet you suckers make it rain, I'll make it Katrina\nAnd pile all them hoes in the back of my Beamer\nHit the freeway, bumping Geto Boys, with the V12 steaming\nTop down, in the rain, California dreaming\nI'd be lying if I said I still flip birds\n...Well nigga I still flip birds!\nWord to the doors on this Gina I'm sitting on\nAin't a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on\nWho else you know shit out Benjamins, and piss Patron?\nPut Michael Buffer between us, and let's get it on!\n\nIt goes one for the money, two for the dough\nOn the count of three, niggas kicking at your door\nHere come the paramedics!\nIt goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\nGame and the snowman, 100 miles and gunning\nHere come the paramedics!\n\n(I'mma pull the K out, and turn em back around)\nLook, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that bitch down?\nTell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody else around\nJeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather\nMy birds the best pound for pound, like Mayweather\nUndisputed: I never lost a brick\nUPS, FedEx and duct tape to a bitch\nPut her ass on that greyhound\nTell that ho to stay down\nSleep the first 48, and wake up in the A-Town\nGive a fuck about a bitch\nDie for the paper, hustle relentless\nNigga, I take the sky from a scraper\nThe Gerber out a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house\nThese rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out\nBlack Tims kicking in the door, at your lady house\nHe at the strip club, well fuck it, we gon wait it out\nYou tipped him off, so now all the K's is out\nWe located shot him down from the neighbor's house\n\nIt goes one for the money, two for the dough\nOn the count of three, niggas kicking at your door\nHere come the paramedics!\nIt goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\nGame and the snowman, 100 miles and gunning\nHere come the paramedics!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Paramedics (Prod. 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I've got a name\n  Ever since an adolescent I've been deep in the game\n  All I need is more weed, a little something for the pain\n  So good like a hook from T-Pain\n  They say you're nobody til somebody kills you\n  I say \"go be somebody, even if it kills you.\"\n  They say \"death smells like bad ass weed\"\n  Another watch, another chain: last thing a nigga needs\n  I swear to God, a chopper right by the night stand\n  Clip my half a hundred, case another hundred grand\n  And get some rest when your conscious keep waking ya\n  The evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya\n  Having nightmares, I wake up in a cold sweat\n  Get dressed and hit the club in a Corvette\n  God damn cuz, you say some cold shit\n  But why they still riding to your old shit?\n  Party by the beat, all still riding with ya\n  Party by the big riders, still siding with ya\n  Party by the real niggas still hustling to ya\n  I know you're here in the day, ain't nothing to ya\n  They say pictures worth about a thousand words\n  These niggas talking like they really worth a thousand birds\n  Here come the paramedics, bitch I done told you\n  When niggas calling beef, it's for the tofu\n\n  It goes one for the money, two for the dough\n  On the count of three, niggas kicking at your door\n  Here come the paramedics!\n  It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\n  Game and the snowman, 100 miles and\n  Gunning\n  Here come the paramedics!\n\n  Give a nigga a couple shots, and I ain't talking about vodka\n  Hanging out the sunroof, Snowman driving\n  Nigga live through these shots: Put his ass on Survivor!\n  Fresh up at the trap, I ain't never been a rat\n  Get cheese like a mouse, so I'm honest throwing stack\n  Let you suckers make it rain, I'll make it Katrina\n  And pile all them hoes in the back of my Beamer\n  Hit the freeway, bumping Geto Boys, with the V12 steaming\n  Top down, in the rain, California dreaming\n  I'd be lying if I said I still flip birds\n  ...Well nigga I still flip birds!\n  Word to the doors on this Gina I'm sitting on\n  Ain't a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on\n  Who else you know shit out Benjamins, and piss Patron?\n  Put Michael Buffer between us, and let's get it on!\n\n  It goes one for the money, two for the dough\n  On the count of three, niggas kicking at your door\n  Here come the paramedics!\n  It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\n  Game and the snowman, 100 miles and gunning\n  Here come the paramedics!\n\n  (I'mma pull the K out, and turn em back around)\n  Look, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that bitch down?\n  Tell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody else around\n  Jeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather\n  My birds the best pound for pound, like Mayweather\n  Undisputed: I never lost a brick\n  UPS, FedEx and duct tape to a bitch\n  Put her ass on that greyhound\n  Tell that ho to stay down\n  Sleep the first 48, and wake up in the A-Town\n  Give a fuck about a bitch\n  Die for the paper, hustle relentless\n  Nigga, I take the sky from a scraper\n  The Gerber out a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house\n  These rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out\n  Black Tims kicking in the door, at your lady house\n  He at the strip club, well fuck it, we gon wait it out\n  You tipped him off, so now all the K's is out\n  We located shot him down from the neighbor's house\n\n  It goes one for the money, two for the dough\n  On the count of three, niggas kicking at your door\n  Here come the paramedics!\n  It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\n  Game and the snowman, 100 miles and gunning\n  Here come the paramedics!\n"},{"id":20297597,"name":"Paramedics (Feat Young Jeezy)","trackName":"Paramedics (Feat Young Jeezy)","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"R.E.D.","duration":296.0319,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I say one niggas down, 2 niggas run it\nCall me snowman, 100 miles and gunning\nHere come the paramedics!\nIt goes 1 for the money, 2 for the dough\nAll you got is 3 niggas kicking at your door\nHere come the paramedics!\nIt goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\nCall me snowman, 100 miles and gunning\nHere come the paramedics!\n\nHere come the pain! I've got a name\nEver since an adolescent I've been deep in the game\nAll I need is more weed, a little something for the pain\nSo good like a from T-Pain\nThey say you're nobody til somebody kills you\nI say \"go be somebody, even if it kills you... \"\nThey say \"death smells like bad ass weave\"\nAnother watch, another chain: last thing a nigga needs\nI swear to God, a couple right by the night stand\nClip my half a hundred, case another hundred grand\nAnd get some rest when your conscious keep waking ya\nThe evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya\nEvery night, dude, I wake up in a cold sweat\nGet dressed and hit the club in a cold vest\nGod damn, girl, you so sexy, cold shit\nBut why they still riding to your old shit?\nParty by the beat, all still riding with ya\nParty by the big riders, still siding with ya\nParty by the real niggas still hustling to ya\nI know you're here in the day, ain't nothing to ya\n\nSee us riding like some mobsters, with the trunk full of choppers\nGive a nigga a couple shots, and I ain't talking about vodka\nHanging out the sunroof, Snowman driving\nNigga live through these shots: Put his ass on Survivor!\nFresh up at the trap, I ain't never been a rat\nGet cheese like a mouse, so I'm honest throwing stack\nLet you suckers make it rain, I'll make it Katrina\nAnd pile all them hoes in the back of my Beemer\nHit the freeway, bumping \"Ghetto Boys\", with the V12 steaming\nTop down, in the rain, California dreaming\nI'd be lying if I said I still flip birds\n... Well nigga I still flip birds!\nWord to the doors on this [?] I'm sitting on\nAin't a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on\nWho else you know shit out Benjamins, and piss Patron?\nPut Michael Buffer between us, and let's get it on!\n\n(Hey Snowman, these niggas hustling backwards\nI'm a pull the K out, and turn em back around)\nLook, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that bitch down?\nTell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody else around\nJeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather\nMy [?] the best pound for pound, like Mayweather\nUndisputed: I never lost a brick\nUPS, FedEx and duct tape to a bitch\nPut her ass on that greyhound\nTell that ho to stay down\nSleep the first 48, and wake up in the A-Town\nGive a fuck about a bitch\nDie for the paper, hustle relentless\nNigga, I take the sky from a scraper\nThe Gerber out a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house\nThese rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out\nBlack Tims kicking in the door, at your lady house\nHe at the strip club, well fuck it, we gon wait it out\nYou tipped him off, so now all the K's is out\nWe [?], shot him down from the neighbor's house","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.98] I say one niggas down, 2 niggas run it\n[00:19.14] Call me snowman, 100 miles and gunning\n[00:20.92] Here come the paramedics!\n[00:24.44] It goes 1 for the money, 2 for the dough\n[00:27.10] All you got is 3 niggas kicking at your door\n[00:29.98] Here come the paramedics!\n[00:36.77] It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\n[00:38.82] Call me snowman, 100 miles and gunning\n[00:43.73] Here come the paramedics!\n[00:47.02] Here come the pain! 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I've got a name\n  Ever since an adolescent I've been deep in the game\n  All I need is more weed, a little something for the pain\n  So good like a from T-Pain\n  They say you're nobody til somebody kills you\n  I say \"go be somebody, even if it kills you... \"\n  They say \"death smells like bad ass weave\"\n  Another watch, another chain: last thing a nigga needs\n  I swear to God, a couple right by the night stand\n  Clip my half a hundred, case another hundred grand\n  And get some rest when your conscious keep waking ya\n  The evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya\n  Every night, dude, I wake up in a cold sweat\n  Get dressed and hit the club in a cold vest\n  God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold shit\n  But why they still riding to your old shit?\n  Party by the beat, all still riding with ya\n  Party by the big riders, still siding with ya\n  Party by the real niggas still hustling to ya\n  I know you're here in the day, ain't nothing to ya\n\n  See us riding like some mobsters, with the trunk full of choppers\n  Give a nigga a couple shots, and I ain't talking about vodka\n  Hanging out the sunroof, Snowman driving\n  Nigga live through these shots: Put his ass on Survivor!\n  Fresh up at the trap, I ain't never been a rat\n  Get cheese like a mouse, so I'm honest throwing stack\n  Let you suckers make it rain, I'll make it Katrina\n  And pile all them hoes in the back of my Beemer\n  Hit the freeway, bumping \"Ghetto Boys\", with the V12 steaming\n  Top down, in the rain, California dreaming\n  I'd be lying if I said I still flip birds\n  ... Well nigga I still flip birds!\n  Word to the doors on this [?] I'm sitting on\n  Ain't a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on\n  Who else you know shit out Benjamins, and piss Patron?\n  Put Michael Buffer between us, and let's get it on!\n\n  (Hey Snowman, these niggas hustling backwards\n  I'm a pull the K out, and turn em back around)\n  Look, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that bitch down?\n  Tell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody else around\n  Jeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather\n  My [?] the best pound for pound, like Mayweather\n  Undisputed: I never lost a brick\n  UPS, FedEx and duct tape to a bitch\n  Put her ass on that greyhound\n  Tell that ho to stay down\n  Sleep the first 48, and wake up in the A-Town\n  Give a fuck about a bitch\n  Die for the paper, hustle relentless\n  Nigga, I take the sky from a scraper\n  The Gerber out a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house\n  These rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out\n  Black Tims kicking in the door, at your lady house\n  He at the strip club, well fuck it, we gon wait it out\n  You tipped him off, so now all the K's is out\n  We [?], shot him down from the neighbor's house\n"},{"id":26284925,"name":"Paramedics (Ft. The Game)","trackName":"Paramedics (Ft. The Game)","artistName":"Young Jeezy","albumName":"Fame","duration":296.071837,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I say one niggas down, 2 niggas run it\nCall me snowman, 100 miles and gunning\nHere come the paramedics!\nIt goes 1 for the money, 2 for the dough\nAll you got is 3 niggas kicking at your door\nHere come the paramedics!\nIt goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\nCall me snowman, 100 miles and gunning\nHere come the paramedics!\n\nHere come the pain! I've got a name\nEver since an adolescent I've been deep in the game\nAll I need is more weed, a little something for the pain\nSo good like a from T-Pain\nThey say you're nobody til somebody kills you\nI say \"go be somebody, even if it kills you... \"\nThey say \"death smells like bad ass weave\"\nAnother watch, another chain: last thing a nigga needs\nI swear to God, a couple right by the night stand\nClip my half a hundred, case another hundred grand\nAnd get some rest when your conscious keep waking ya\nThe evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya\nEvery night, dude, I wake up in a cold sweat\nGet dressed and hit the club in a cold vest\nGod damn, girl, you so sexy, cold shit\nBut why they still riding to your old shit?\nParty by the beat, all still riding with ya\nParty by the big riders, still siding with ya\nParty by the real niggas still hustling to ya\nI know you're here in the day, ain't nothing to ya\n\nSee us riding like some mobsters, with the trunk full of choppers\nGive a nigga a couple shots, and I ain't talking about vodka\nHanging out the sunroof, Snowman driving\nNigga live through these shots: Put his ass on Survivor!\nFresh up at the trap, I ain't never been a rat\nGet cheese like a mouse, so I'm honest throwing stack\nLet you suckers make it rain, I'll make it Katrina\nAnd pile all them hoes in the back of my Beemer\nHit the freeway, bumping \"Ghetto Boys\", with the V12 steaming\nTop down, in the rain, California dreaming\nI'd be lying if I said I still flip birds\n... Well nigga I still flip birds!\nWord to the doors on this [?] I'm sitting on\nAin't a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on\nWho else you know shit out Benjamins, and piss Patron?\nPut Michael Buffer between us, and let's get it on!\n\n(Hey Snowman, these niggas hustling backwards\nI'm a pull the K out, and turn em back around)\nLook, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that bitch down?\nTell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody else around\nJeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather\nMy [?] the best pound for pound, like Mayweather\nUndisputed: I never lost a brick\nUPS, FedEx and duct tape to a bitch\nPut her ass on that greyhound\nTell that ho to stay down\nSleep the first 48, and wake up in the A-Town\nGive a fuck about a bitch\nDie for the paper, hustle relentless\nNigga, I take the sky from a scraper\nThe Gerber out a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house\nThese rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out\nBlack Tims kicking in the door, at your lady house\nHe at the strip club, well fuck it, we gon wait it out\nYou tipped him off, so now all the K's is out\nWe [?], shot him down from the neighbor's house","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.90] I say one niggas down, 2 niggas run it\n[00:19.13] Call me snowman, 100 miles and gunning\n[00:20.90] Here come the paramedics!\n[00:24.42] It goes 1 for the money, 2 for the dough\n[00:27.13] All you got is 3 niggas kicking at your door\n[00:29.94] Here come the paramedics!\n[00:36.74] It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it\n[00:38.81] Call me snowman, 100 miles and gunning\n[00:43.76] Here come the paramedics!\n[00:47.08] Here come the pain! I've got a name\n[00:50.36] Ever since an adolescent I've been deep in the game\n[00:52.89] All I need is more weed, a little something for the pain\n[00:55.77] So good like a from T-Pain\n[00:58.95] They say you're nobody til somebody kills you\n[01:02.28] I say \"go be somebody, even if it kills you... \"\n[01:05.94] They say \"death smells like bad ass weave\"\n[01:10.02] Another watch, another chain: last thing a nigga needs\n[01:11.72] I swear to God, a couple right by the night stand\n[01:13.99] Clip my half a hundred, case another hundred grand\n[01:16.47] And get some rest when your conscious keep waking ya\n[01:19.44] The evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya\n[01:22.06] Every night, dude, I wake up in a cold sweat\n[01:25.45] Get dressed and hit the club in a cold vest\n[01:28.44] God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold shit\n[01:31.80] But why they still riding to your old shit?\n[01:34.66] Party by the beat, all still riding with ya\n[01:37.11] Party by the big riders, still siding with ya\n[01:39.97] Party by the real niggas still hustling to ya\n[01:42.83] I know you're here in the day, ain't nothing to ya\n[01:45.78] See us riding like some mobsters, with the trunk full of choppers\n[01:53.31] Give a nigga a couple shots, and I ain't talking about vodka\n[02:24.34] Hanging out the sunroof, Snowman driving\n[02:27.52] Nigga live through these shots: Put his ass on Survivor!\n[02:30.11] Fresh up at the trap, I ain't never been a rat\n[02:32.96] Get cheese like a mouse, so I'm honest throwing stack\n[02:35.96] Let you suckers make it rain, I'll make it Katrina\n[02:38.85] And pile all them hoes in the back of my Beemer\n[02:42.01] Hit the freeway, bumping \"Ghetto Boys\", with the V12 steaming\n[02:45.57] Top down, in the rain, California dreaming\n[02:47.62] I'd be lying if I said I still flip birds\n[02:52.19] ... Well nigga I still flip birds!\n[02:53.93] Word to the doors on this [?] I'm sitting on\n[02:56.42] Ain't a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on\n[02:59.07] Who else you know shit out Benjamins, and piss Patron?\n[03:02.49] Put Michael Buffer between us, and let's get it on!\n[03:24.00] (Hey Snowman, these niggas hustling backwards\n[03:25.21] I'm a pull the K out, and turn em back around)\n[03:28.32] Look, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that bitch down?\n[03:31.12] Tell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody else around\n[03:33.80] Jeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather\n[03:36.99] My [?] the best pound for pound, like Mayweather\n[03:39.96] Undisputed: I never lost a brick\n[03:42.66] UPS, FedEx and duct tape to a bitch\n[03:45.54] Put her ass on that greyhound\n[03:48.21] Tell that ho to stay down\n[03:49.37] Sleep the first 48, and wake up in the A-Town\n[03:51.31] Give a fuck about a bitch\n[03:53.32] Die for the paper, hustle relentless\n[03:54.54] Nigga, I take the sky from a scraper\n[03:56.94] The Gerber out a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house\n[03:59.81] These rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out\n[04:02.85] Black Tims kicking in the door, at your lady house\n[04:05.98] He at the strip club, well fuck it, we gon wait it out\n[04:08.63] You tipped him off, so now all the K's is out\n[04:11.86] We [?], shot him down from the neighbor's house\n[04:14.75] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Paramedics (Ft. 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