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BOOM!\nLooney in the tunes be groovin in your sleep\nCos in the speakers and technique is way to freakish\n\nUp above the world so high\nLike the stars up in the sky\nI'm funky with the flow, understand you\nBrown babies from Atlanta just love me like candy\nI give the mom a lendin, should've fed me right\nShot to the let em wait on the Eastside\nI keep my eyes on the sparrow, hos, afros and arrows\nCan't kick it cos it's wicked like the pharoah\nAnd a walk with the devil is a level far beyond\nFrom de Babylon come many redrum\nSo follow as we journey thru the creepy, sleepy hollow\nTake this 40 ounce bottle, see how broke niggas is tomorrow","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lettin' Niggas Know\n  artist: Threat\n  album: Friday (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ooh, it's the LA Zoo\n  We funk with the flow and let niggas know\n  That it's ooh, it's the LA Zoo\n  We funk with the flow and let niggas know that it's...\n\n  It's the king of the jungle and I can't be tamed\n  Take you all the way to the millenium brain\n  It's the return of the yearm, Mr Funky Worm\n  Heat it like a bottomless kettle, let it burn\n  Blow my flow you cannot handle\n  I'm bumpin and I'm humpin like a camel on your radio channel\n  It's me T-H-R-E-A-T\n  Live for '95 most definitely\n  In fact, under my styles are low jacked\n  To stop Petie stole his rhymes from the Zoo tribe jeep\n  You're dead wrong, unto what tribe they yeb along\n  So we can know your name when we send ya back home\n\n  You made a jam so now the nigga think he Van Damme\n  You must didn't know I take off like Pan Am\n  Wreck ya like a pinto, pop the instrumental\n  And attention ladies and gentlemen\n  It's the bomb, I did it, I lit it, let em hit it\n  And it's stronger than the humpty with the chrondo dipped in it\n  And this is for your midas, just to sink into your fangs\n  It's the deadly dope man, pumpin thru ya veins\n  Raised in the Bow 213 area code\n  Where the criminals dig up your grave lookin for buried gold\n  The universe'll soon be mines in due time\n  You can't tangle with the one from killer Cali's triangle\n  Deep deep deep down under the dungeon lies your doom\n  I write the dynamite and watch it TICK! BOOM!\n  Looney in the tunes be groovin in your sleep\n  Cos in the speakers and technique is way to freakish\n\n  Up above the world so high\n  Like the stars up in the sky\n  I'm funky with the flow, understand you\n  Brown babies from Atlanta just love me like candy\n  I give the mom a lendin, should've fed me right\n  Shot to the let em wait on the Eastside\n  I keep my eyes on the sparrow, hos, afros and arrows\n  Can't kick it cos it's wicked like the pharoah\n  And a walk with the devil is a level far beyond\n  From de Babylon come many redrum\n  So follow as we journey thru the creepy, sleepy hollow\n  Take this 40 ounce bottle, see how broke niggas is tomorrow\n"},{"id":5886414,"name":"Lettin' Niggas Know","trackName":"Lettin' Niggas Know","artistName":"Threat","albumName":"Friday","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ooh, it's the LA Zoo\nWe funk with the flow and let niggas know\nThat it's ooh, it's the LA Zoo\nWe funk with the flow and let niggas know that it's...\n\nIt's the king of the jungle and I can't be tamed\nTake you all the way to the millenium brain\nIt's the return of the yearm, Mr Funky Worm\nHeat it like a bottomless kettle, let it burn\nBlow my flow you cannot handle\nI'm bumpin and I'm humpin like a camel on your radio channel\nIt's me T-H-R-E-A-T\nLive for '95 most definitely\nIn fact, under my styles are low jacked\nTo stop Petie stole his rhymes from the Zoo tribe jeep\nYou're dead wrong, unto what tribe they yeb along\nSo we can know your name when we send ya back home\n\nYou made a jam so now the nigga think he Van Damme\nYou must didn't know I take off like Pan Am\nWreck ya like a pinto, pop the instrumental\nAnd attention ladies and gentlemen\nIt's the bomb, I did it, I lit it, let em hit it\nAnd it's stronger than the humpty with the chrondo dipped in it\nAnd this is for your midas, just to sink into your fangs\nIt's the deadly dope man, pumpin thru ya veins\nRaised in the Bow 213 area code\nWhere the criminals dig up your grave lookin for buried gold\nThe universe'll soon be mines in due time\nYou can't tangle with the one from killer Cali's triangle\nDeep deep deep down under the dungeon lies your doom\nI write the dynamite and watch it TICK! BOOM!\nLooney in the tunes be groovin in your sleep\nCos in the speakers and technique is way to freakish\n\nUp above the world so high\nLike the stars up in the sky\nI'm funky with the flow, understand you\nBrown babies from Atlanta just love me like candy\nI give the mom a lendin, should've fed me right\nShot to the let em wait on the Eastside\nI keep my eyes on the sparrow, hos, afros and arrows\nCan't kick it cos it's wicked like the pharoah\nAnd a walk with the devil is a level far beyond\nFrom de Babylon come many redrum\nSo follow as we journey thru the creepy, sleepy hollow\nTake this 40 ounce bottle, see how broke niggas is tomorrow","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lettin' Niggas Know\n  artist: Threat\n  album: Friday\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ooh, it's the LA Zoo\n  We funk with the flow and let niggas know\n  That it's ooh, it's the LA Zoo\n  We funk with the flow and let niggas know that it's...\n\n  It's the king of the jungle and I can't be tamed\n  Take you all the way to the millenium brain\n  It's the return of the yearm, Mr Funky Worm\n  Heat it like a bottomless kettle, let it burn\n  Blow my flow you cannot handle\n  I'm bumpin and I'm humpin like a camel on your radio channel\n  It's me T-H-R-E-A-T\n  Live for '95 most definitely\n  In fact, under my styles are low jacked\n  To stop Petie stole his rhymes from the Zoo tribe jeep\n  You're dead wrong, unto what tribe they yeb along\n  So we can know your name when we send ya back home\n\n  You made a jam so now the nigga think he Van Damme\n  You must didn't know I take off like Pan Am\n  Wreck ya like a pinto, pop the instrumental\n  And attention ladies and gentlemen\n  It's the bomb, I did it, I lit it, let em hit it\n  And it's stronger than the humpty with the chrondo dipped in it\n  And this is for your midas, just to sink into your fangs\n  It's the deadly dope man, pumpin thru ya veins\n  Raised in the Bow 213 area code\n  Where the criminals dig up your grave lookin for buried gold\n  The universe'll soon be mines in due time\n  You can't tangle with the one from killer Cali's triangle\n  Deep deep deep down under the dungeon lies your doom\n  I write the dynamite and watch it TICK! BOOM!\n  Looney in the tunes be groovin in your sleep\n  Cos in the speakers and technique is way to freakish\n\n  Up above the world so high\n  Like the stars up in the sky\n  I'm funky with the flow, understand you\n  Brown babies from Atlanta just love me like candy\n  I give the mom a lendin, should've fed me right\n  Shot to the let em wait on the Eastside\n  I keep my eyes on the sparrow, hos, afros and arrows\n  Can't kick it cos it's wicked like the pharoah\n  And a walk with the devil is a level far beyond\n  From de Babylon come many redrum\n  So follow as we journey thru the creepy, sleepy hollow\n  Take this 40 ounce bottle, see how broke niggas is tomorrow\n"},{"id":32225692,"name":"Lettin' Niggas Know","trackName":"Lettin' Niggas Know","artistName":"Threat","albumName":"Friday: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack/Old School Friday: More Music From the Origional Motion Picture (10th anniversary edition)","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ooh, it's the LA Zoo\nWe funk with the flow and let niggas know\nThat it's ooh, it's the LA Zoo\nWe funk with the flow and let niggas know that it's...\n\nIt's the king of the jungle and I can't be tamed\nTake you all the way to the millenium brain\nIt's the return of the yearm, Mr Funky Worm\nHeat it like a bottomless kettle, let it burn\nBlow my flow you cannot handle\nI'm bumpin and I'm humpin like a camel on your radio channel\nIt's me T-H-R-E-A-T\nLive for '95 most definitely\nIn fact, under my styles are low jacked\nTo stop Petie stole his rhymes from the Zoo tribe jeep\nYou're dead wrong, unto what tribe they yeb along\nSo we can know your name when we send ya back home\n\nYou made a jam so now the nigga think he Van Damme\nYou must didn't know I take off like Pan Am\nWreck ya like a pinto, pop the instrumental\nAnd attention ladies and gentlemen\nIt's the bomb, I did it, I lit it, let em hit it\nAnd it's stronger than the humpty with the chrondo dipped in it\nAnd this is for your midas, just to sink into your fangs\nIt's the deadly dope man, pumpin thru ya veins\nRaised in the Bow 213 area code\nWhere the criminals dig up your grave lookin for buried gold\nThe universe'll soon be mines in due time\nYou can't tangle with the one from killer Cali's triangle\nDeep deep deep down under the dungeon lies your doom\nI write the dynamite and watch it TICK! BOOM!\nLooney in the tunes be groovin in your sleep\nCos in the speakers and technique is way to freakish\n\nUp above the world so high\nLike the stars up in the sky\nI'm funky with the flow, understand you\nBrown babies from Atlanta just love me like candy\nI give the mom a lendin, should've fed me right\nShot to the let em wait on the Eastside\nI keep my eyes on the sparrow, hos, afros and arrows\nCan't kick it cos it's wicked like the pharoah\nAnd a walk with the devil is a level far beyond\nFrom de Babylon come many redrum\nSo follow as we journey thru the creepy, sleepy hollow\nTake this 40 ounce bottle, see how broke niggas is tomorrow","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lettin' Niggas Know\n  artist: Threat\n  album: 'Friday: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack/Old School Friday: More Music From the Origional Motion Picture (10th anniversary edition)'\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ooh, it's the LA Zoo\n  We funk with the flow and let niggas know\n  That it's ooh, it's the LA Zoo\n  We funk with the flow and let niggas know that it's...\n\n  It's the king of the jungle and I can't be tamed\n  Take you all the way to the millenium brain\n  It's the return of the yearm, Mr Funky Worm\n  Heat it like a bottomless kettle, let it burn\n  Blow my flow you cannot handle\n  I'm bumpin and I'm humpin like a camel on your radio channel\n  It's me T-H-R-E-A-T\n  Live for '95 most definitely\n  In fact, under my styles are low jacked\n  To stop Petie stole his rhymes from the Zoo tribe jeep\n  You're dead wrong, unto what tribe they yeb along\n  So we can know your name when we send ya back home\n\n  You made a jam so now the nigga think he Van Damme\n  You must didn't know I take off like Pan Am\n  Wreck ya like a pinto, pop the instrumental\n  And attention ladies and gentlemen\n  It's the bomb, I did it, I lit it, let em hit it\n  And it's stronger than the humpty with the chrondo dipped in it\n  And this is for your midas, just to sink into your fangs\n  It's the deadly dope man, pumpin thru ya veins\n  Raised in the Bow 213 area code\n  Where the criminals dig up your grave lookin for buried gold\n  The universe'll soon be mines in due time\n  You can't tangle with the one from killer Cali's triangle\n  Deep deep deep down under the dungeon lies your doom\n  I write the dynamite and watch it TICK! BOOM!\n  Looney in the tunes be groovin in your sleep\n  Cos in the speakers and technique is way to freakish\n\n  Up above the world so high\n  Like the stars up in the sky\n  I'm funky with the flow, understand you\n  Brown babies from Atlanta just love me like candy\n  I give the mom a lendin, should've fed me right\n  Shot to the let em wait on the Eastside\n  I keep my eyes on the sparrow, hos, afros and arrows\n  Can't kick it cos it's wicked like the pharoah\n  And a walk with the devil is a level far beyond\n  From de Babylon come many redrum\n  So follow as we journey thru the creepy, sleepy hollow\n  Take this 40 ounce bottle, see how broke niggas is tomorrow\n"},{"id":30945987,"name":"Lettin' Niggas Know","trackName":"Lettin' Niggas Know","artistName":"Threat","albumName":"Original Motion Picture Soundtrack","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ooh, it's the LA Zoo\nWe funk with the flow and let niggas know\nThat it's ooh, it's the LA Zoo\nWe funk with the flow and let niggas know that it's...\n\nIt's the king of the jungle and I can't be tamed\nTake you all the way to the millenium brain\nIt's the return of the yearm, Mr Funky Worm\nHeat it like a bottomless kettle, let it burn\nBlow my flow you cannot handle\nI'm bumpin and I'm humpin like a camel on your radio channel\nIt's me T-H-R-E-A-T\nLive for '95 most definitely\nIn fact, under my styles are low jacked\nTo stop Petie stole his rhymes from the Zoo tribe jeep\nYou're dead wrong, unto what tribe they yeb along\nSo we can know your name when we send ya back home\n\nYou made a jam so now the nigga think he Van Damme\nYou must didn't know I take off like Pan Am\nWreck ya like a pinto, pop the instrumental\nAnd attention ladies and gentlemen\nIt's the bomb, I did it, I lit it, let em hit it\nAnd it's stronger than the humpty with the chrondo dipped in it\nAnd this is for your midas, just to sink into your fangs\nIt's the deadly dope man, pumpin thru ya veins\nRaised in the Bow 213 area code\nWhere the criminals dig up your grave lookin for buried gold\nThe universe'll soon be mines in due time\nYou can't tangle with the one from killer Cali's triangle\nDeep deep deep down under the dungeon lies your doom\nI write the dynamite and watch it TICK! BOOM!\nLooney in the tunes be groovin in your sleep\nCos in the speakers and technique is way to freakish\n\nUp above the world so high\nLike the stars up in the sky\nI'm funky with the flow, understand you\nBrown babies from Atlanta just love me like candy\nI give the mom a lendin, should've fed me right\nShot to the let em wait on the Eastside\nI keep my eyes on the sparrow, hos, afros and arrows\nCan't kick it cos it's wicked like the pharoah\nAnd a walk with the devil is a level far beyond\nFrom de Babylon come many redrum\nSo follow as we journey thru the creepy, sleepy hollow\nTake this 40 ounce bottle, see how broke niggas is tomorrow","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lettin' Niggas Know\n  artist: Threat\n  album: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ooh, it's the LA Zoo\n  We funk with the flow and let niggas know\n  That it's ooh, it's the LA Zoo\n  We funk with the flow and let niggas know that it's...\n\n  It's the king of the jungle and I can't be tamed\n  Take you all the way to the millenium brain\n  It's the return of the yearm, Mr Funky Worm\n  Heat it like a bottomless kettle, let it burn\n  Blow my flow you cannot handle\n  I'm bumpin and I'm humpin like a camel on your radio channel\n  It's me T-H-R-E-A-T\n  Live for '95 most definitely\n  In fact, under my styles are low jacked\n  To stop Petie stole his rhymes from the Zoo tribe jeep\n  You're dead wrong, unto what tribe they yeb along\n  So we can know your name when we send ya back home\n\n  You made a jam so now the nigga think he Van Damme\n  You must didn't know I take off like Pan Am\n  Wreck ya like a pinto, pop the instrumental\n  And attention ladies and gentlemen\n  It's the bomb, I did it, I lit it, let em hit it\n  And it's stronger than the humpty with the chrondo dipped in it\n  And this is for your midas, just to sink into your fangs\n  It's the deadly dope man, pumpin thru ya veins\n  Raised in the Bow 213 area code\n  Where the criminals dig up your grave lookin for buried gold\n  The universe'll soon be mines in due time\n  You can't tangle with the one from killer Cali's triangle\n  Deep deep deep down under the dungeon lies your doom\n  I write the dynamite and watch it TICK! BOOM!\n  Looney in the tunes be groovin in your sleep\n  Cos in the speakers and technique is way to freakish\n\n  Up above the world so high\n  Like the stars up in the sky\n  I'm funky with the flow, understand you\n  Brown babies from Atlanta just love me like candy\n  I give the mom a lendin, should've fed me right\n  Shot to the let em wait on the Eastside\n  I keep my eyes on the sparrow, hos, afros and arrows\n  Can't kick it cos it's wicked like the pharoah\n  And a walk with the devil is a level far beyond\n  From de Babylon come many redrum\n  So follow as we journey thru the creepy, sleepy hollow\n  Take this 40 ounce bottle, see how broke niggas is tomorrow\n"},{"id":20988564,"name":"Lettin' Niggas Know","trackName":"Lettin' Niggas Know","artistName":"Threat","albumName":"Friday - OST","duration":270.03575,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ooh, it's the LA Zoo\nWe funk with the flow and let niggas know\nThat it's ooh, it's the LA Zoo\nWe funk with the flow and let niggas know that it's...\n\nIt's the king of the jungle and I can't be tamed\nTake you all the way to the millenium brain\nIt's the return of the yearm, Mr Funky Worm\nHeat it like a bottomless kettle, let it burn\nBlow my flow you cannot handle\nI'm bumpin and I'm humpin like a camel on your radio channel\nIt's me T-H-R-E-A-T\nLive for '95 most definitely\nIn fact, under my styles are low jacked\nTo stop Petie stole his rhymes from the Zoo tribe jeep\nYou're dead wrong, unto what tribe they yeb along\nSo we can know your name when we send ya back home\n\nYou made a jam so now the nigga think he Van Damme\nYou must didn't know I take off like Pan Am\nWreck ya like a pinto, pop the instrumental\nAnd attention ladies and gentlemen\nIt's the bomb, I did it, I lit it, let em hit it\nAnd it's stronger than the humpty with the chrondo dipped in it\nAnd this is for your midas, just to sink into your fangs\nIt's the deadly dope man, pumpin thru ya veins\nRaised in the Bow 213 area code\nWhere the criminals dig up your grave lookin for buried gold\nThe universe'll soon be mines in due time\nYou can't tangle with the one from killer Cali's triangle\nDeep deep deep down under the dungeon lies your doom\nI write the dynamite and watch it TICK! 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