[{"id":29867396,"name":"Let It Fly","trackName":"Let It Fly","artistName":"Trick Trick","albumName":"The Villain","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah! This your boy Trick Trick\nI got my dawg Ice Cube in this motherfucker (Lench Mob!)\nI got my dawg Lil Jon close by too\nRight about now I need everybody to get they motherfuckin hands up\nAnd wherever the fuck you from\nLet the whole club see it\nWhat! What! Like this!\n\nThrow your hood up, nigga let me see it (let me see it)\nThrow your sets up high in the sky (in the sky)\nLet the whole club know that you in this bitch\nThrow your hood up, nigga let it fly (let it fly)\n\nFrom 7 Mile, B.K. to Crenshaw to Camden to Bankhead\nAll our homies get cheese (get cheese)\nLynnwood to A-Z, Compton to Brook-nam\nFifth Ward hitters pimp be (pimp be)\nSchool Craft to Grape Street, Harlem to 8th Street\nNinth Ward killers throw it up (throw it up)\nSouthwest to Brightmo', Puritan to 6 Mile\nNumber streets won't hold 'em up (hold 'em up)\nEastside you see the E's, Westside show the dubs\nRiders all around throwin fourths (throwin fourth)\nBlue and red flags up in the air hangin high\nand can see 'em C'in and B-walk (B-walk)\nLittle G's khaki suited with French braids, AF-1's\nDucati frames on beams (on beams)\nO.G.'s distributin them big thangs swingin them big chains\nSportin that lil' teen (teen)\n\nYeah G-A-N-G-S-T-A (gangsta)\nS-H-I-T in a white tee (you know)\nI am the H-double-O-D\nY'all niggaz know me, the big double O.G. (yea-yea)\nFuck the police, I used to roll goalie\nI used to hold these and drink down 40's\nAll the rolies would come to control me\nI'm uncontrollable when I'm on some gold D's (ooh-ooooh!)\nBack the fuck up, I'm hard as concrete\nSidewalk gun talk university\nEvery hood's the same, up in Detroit\nI'm with Trick Trick, smoked about three joints\nOn to bump one 'fore we hit the parkin lot\nAfter the fifth one niggaz don't talk a lot\nHit the club, mean mug, what you lookin at? (What you lookin at?)\nWho that bitch you with? I'll put a hook in that\n\nIf you true to yo' hood and you rep yo' set\nThrow it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\nEastside, Westside, Southside, where you at?\nThrow it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\nWhat up cuz, cuz? What up Blood, Blood?\nThrow it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\nMidwest, West Coast, Dirty South, East Coast\nThrow it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\n\nWhat up Trick Trick? (What up O.G.?)\nThis your nigga Ice Cube (right)\nNow check this out, I'm in downtown Detroit (alright)\nOn my way to the club (right)\nI find out, that the bitch I'm text messagin (uh-huh)\nIs the same bitch the mayor's text messagin (OHHH!)\nWhat niggaz to do man?\nBut keep it hood, fuck it","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let It Fly\n  artist: Trick Trick\n  album: The Villain\n  duration_ms: 254000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah! This your boy Trick Trick\n  I got my dawg Ice Cube in this motherfucker (Lench Mob!)\n  I got my dawg Lil Jon close by too\n  Right about now I need everybody to get they motherfuckin hands up\n  And wherever the fuck you from\n  Let the whole club see it\n  What! What! Like this!\n\n  Throw your hood up, nigga let me see it (let me see it)\n  Throw your sets up high in the sky (in the sky)\n  Let the whole club know that you in this bitch\n  Throw your hood up, nigga let it fly (let it fly)\n\n  From 7 Mile, B.K. to Crenshaw to Camden to Bankhead\n  All our homies get cheese (get cheese)\n  Lynnwood to A-Z, Compton to Brook-nam\n  Fifth Ward hitters pimp be (pimp be)\n  School Craft to Grape Street, Harlem to 8th Street\n  Ninth Ward killers throw it up (throw it up)\n  Southwest to Brightmo', Puritan to 6 Mile\n  Number streets won't hold 'em up (hold 'em up)\n  Eastside you see the E's, Westside show the dubs\n  Riders all around throwin fourths (throwin fourth)\n  Blue and red flags up in the air hangin high\n  and can see 'em C'in and B-walk (B-walk)\n  Little G's khaki suited with French braids, AF-1's\n  Ducati frames on beams (on beams)\n  O.G.'s distributin them big thangs swingin them big chains\n  Sportin that lil' teen (teen)\n\n  Yeah G-A-N-G-S-T-A (gangsta)\n  S-H-I-T in a white tee (you know)\n  I am the H-double-O-D\n  Y'all niggaz know me, the big double O.G. (yea-yea)\n  Fuck the police, I used to roll goalie\n  I used to hold these and drink down 40's\n  All the rolies would come to control me\n  I'm uncontrollable when I'm on some gold D's (ooh-ooooh!)\n  Back the fuck up, I'm hard as concrete\n  Sidewalk gun talk university\n  Every hood's the same, up in Detroit\n  I'm with Trick Trick, smoked about three joints\n  On to bump one 'fore we hit the parkin lot\n  After the fifth one niggaz don't talk a lot\n  Hit the club, mean mug, what you lookin at? (What you lookin at?)\n  Who that bitch you with? I'll put a hook in that\n\n  If you true to yo' hood and you rep yo' set\n  Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\n  Eastside, Westside, Southside, where you at?\n  Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\n  What up cuz, cuz? What up Blood, Blood?\n  Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\n  Midwest, West Coast, Dirty South, East Coast\n  Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\n\n  What up Trick Trick? (What up O.G.?)\n  This your nigga Ice Cube (right)\n  Now check this out, I'm in downtown Detroit (alright)\n  On my way to the club (right)\n  I find out, that the bitch I'm text messagin (uh-huh)\n  Is the same bitch the mayor's text messagin (OHHH!)\n  What niggaz to do man?\n  But keep it hood, fuck it\n"},{"id":14118188,"name":"Let It Fly","trackName":"Let It Fly","artistName":"Trick‐Trick","albumName":"The Villain","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah! This your boy Trick Trick\nI got my dawg Ice Cube in this motherfucker (Lench Mob!)\nI got my dawg Lil Jon close by too\nRight about now I need everybody to get they motherfuckin hands up\nAnd wherever the fuck you from\nLet the whole club see it\nWhat! What! Like this!\n\nThrow your hood up, nigga let me see it (let me see it)\nThrow your sets up high in the sky (in the sky)\nLet the whole club know that you in this bitch\nThrow your hood up, nigga let it fly (let it fly)\n\nFrom 7 Mile, B.K. to Crenshaw to Camden to Bankhead\nAll our homies get cheese (get cheese)\nLynnwood to A-Z, Compton to Brook-nam\nFifth Ward hitters pimp be (pimp be)\nSchool Craft to Grape Street, Harlem to 8th Street\nNinth Ward killers throw it up (throw it up)\nSouthwest to Brightmo', Puritan to 6 Mile\nNumber streets won't hold 'em up (hold 'em up)\nEastside you see the E's, Westside show the dubs\nRiders all around throwin fourths (throwin fourth)\nBlue and red flags up in the air hangin high\nand can see 'em C'in and B-walk (B-walk)\nLittle G's khaki suited with French braids, AF-1's\nDucati frames on beams (on beams)\nO.G.'s distributin them big thangs swingin them big chains\nSportin that lil' teen (teen)\n\nYeah G-A-N-G-S-T-A (gangsta)\nS-H-I-T in a white tee (you know)\nI am the H-double-O-D\nY'all niggaz know me, the big double O.G. (yea-yea)\nFuck the police, I used to roll goalie\nI used to hold these and drink down 40's\nAll the rolies would come to control me\nI'm uncontrollable when I'm on some gold D's (ooh-ooooh!)\nBack the fuck up, I'm hard as concrete\nSidewalk gun talk university\nEvery hood's the same, up in Detroit\nI'm with Trick Trick, smoked about three joints\nOn to bump one 'fore we hit the parkin lot\nAfter the fifth one niggaz don't talk a lot\nHit the club, mean mug, what you lookin at? (What you lookin at?)\nWho that bitch you with? I'll put a hook in that\n\nIf you true to yo' hood and you rep yo' set\nThrow it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\nEastside, Westside, Southside, where you at?\nThrow it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\nWhat up cuz, cuz? What up Blood, Blood?\nThrow it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\nMidwest, West Coast, Dirty South, East Coast\nThrow it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\n\nWhat up Trick Trick? (What up O.G.?)\nThis your nigga Ice Cube (right)\nNow check this out, I'm in downtown Detroit (alright)\nOn my way to the club (right)\nI find out, that the bitch I'm text messagin (uh-huh)\nIs the same bitch the mayor's text messagin (OHHH!)\nWhat niggaz to do man?\nBut keep it hood, fuck it","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let It Fly\n  artist: Trick‐Trick\n  album: The Villain\n  duration_ms: 254000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah! This your boy Trick Trick\n  I got my dawg Ice Cube in this motherfucker (Lench Mob!)\n  I got my dawg Lil Jon close by too\n  Right about now I need everybody to get they motherfuckin hands up\n  And wherever the fuck you from\n  Let the whole club see it\n  What! What! Like this!\n\n  Throw your hood up, nigga let me see it (let me see it)\n  Throw your sets up high in the sky (in the sky)\n  Let the whole club know that you in this bitch\n  Throw your hood up, nigga let it fly (let it fly)\n\n  From 7 Mile, B.K. to Crenshaw to Camden to Bankhead\n  All our homies get cheese (get cheese)\n  Lynnwood to A-Z, Compton to Brook-nam\n  Fifth Ward hitters pimp be (pimp be)\n  School Craft to Grape Street, Harlem to 8th Street\n  Ninth Ward killers throw it up (throw it up)\n  Southwest to Brightmo', Puritan to 6 Mile\n  Number streets won't hold 'em up (hold 'em up)\n  Eastside you see the E's, Westside show the dubs\n  Riders all around throwin fourths (throwin fourth)\n  Blue and red flags up in the air hangin high\n  and can see 'em C'in and B-walk (B-walk)\n  Little G's khaki suited with French braids, AF-1's\n  Ducati frames on beams (on beams)\n  O.G.'s distributin them big thangs swingin them big chains\n  Sportin that lil' teen (teen)\n\n  Yeah G-A-N-G-S-T-A (gangsta)\n  S-H-I-T in a white tee (you know)\n  I am the H-double-O-D\n  Y'all niggaz know me, the big double O.G. (yea-yea)\n  Fuck the police, I used to roll goalie\n  I used to hold these and drink down 40's\n  All the rolies would come to control me\n  I'm uncontrollable when I'm on some gold D's (ooh-ooooh!)\n  Back the fuck up, I'm hard as concrete\n  Sidewalk gun talk university\n  Every hood's the same, up in Detroit\n  I'm with Trick Trick, smoked about three joints\n  On to bump one 'fore we hit the parkin lot\n  After the fifth one niggaz don't talk a lot\n  Hit the club, mean mug, what you lookin at? (What you lookin at?)\n  Who that bitch you with? I'll put a hook in that\n\n  If you true to yo' hood and you rep yo' set\n  Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\n  Eastside, Westside, Southside, where you at?\n  Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\n  What up cuz, cuz? What up Blood, Blood?\n  Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\n  Midwest, West Coast, Dirty South, East Coast\n  Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\n\n  What up Trick Trick? (What up O.G.?)\n  This your nigga Ice Cube (right)\n  Now check this out, I'm in downtown Detroit (alright)\n  On my way to the club (right)\n  I find out, that the bitch I'm text messagin (uh-huh)\n  Is the same bitch the mayor's text messagin (OHHH!)\n  What niggaz to do man?\n  But keep it hood, fuck it\n"},{"id":27329927,"name":"Let It Fly","trackName":"Let It Fly","artistName":"Trick‐Trick","albumName":"The Villain","duration":257.9656,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah! This your boy Trick Trick\nI got my dawg Ice Cube in this motherfucker (Lench Mob!)\nI got my dawg Lil Jon close by too\nRight about now I need everybody to get they motherfuckin hands up\nAnd wherever the fuck you from\nLet the whole club see it\nWhat! What! Like this!\n\nThrow your hood up, nigga let me see it (let me see it)\nThrow your sets up high in the sky (in the sky)\nLet the whole club know that you in this bitch\nThrow your hood up, nigga let it fly (let it fly)\n\nFrom 7 Mile, B.K. to Crenshaw to Camden to Bankhead\nAll our homies get cheese (get cheese)\nLynnwood to A-Z, Compton to Brook-nam\nFifth Ward hitters pimp be (pimp be)\nSchool Craft to Grape Street, Harlem to 8th Street\nNinth Ward killers throw it up (throw it up)\nSouthwest to Brightmo', Puritan to 6 Mile\nNumber streets won't hold 'em up (hold 'em up)\nEastside you see the E's, Westside show the dubs\nRiders all around throwin fourths (throwin fourth)\nBlue and red flags up in the air hangin high\nand can see 'em C'in and B-walk (B-walk)\nLittle G's khaki suited with French braids, AF-1's\nDucati frames on beams (on beams)\nO.G.'s distributin them big thangs swingin them big chains\nSportin that lil' teen (teen)\n\nYeah G-A-N-G-S-T-A (gangsta)\nS-H-I-T in a white tee (you know)\nI am the H-double-O-D\nY'all niggaz know me, the big double O.G. (yea-yea)\nFuck the police, I used to roll goalie\nI used to hold these and drink down 40's\nAll the rolies would come to control me\nI'm uncontrollable when I'm on some gold D's (ooh-ooooh!)\nBack the fuck up, I'm hard as concrete\nSidewalk gun talk university\nEvery hood's the same, up in Detroit\nI'm with Trick Trick, smoked about three joints\nOn to bump one 'fore we hit the parkin lot\nAfter the fifth one niggaz don't talk a lot\nHit the club, mean mug, what you lookin at? (What you lookin at?)\nWho that bitch you with? I'll put a hook in that\n\nIf you true to yo' hood and you rep yo' set\nThrow it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\nEastside, Westside, Southside, where you at?\nThrow it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\nWhat up cuz, cuz? What up Blood, Blood?\nThrow it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\nMidwest, West Coast, Dirty South, East Coast\nThrow it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\n\nWhat up Trick Trick? (What up O.G.?)\nThis your nigga Ice Cube (right)\nNow check this out, I'm in downtown Detroit (alright)\nOn my way to the club (right)\nI find out, that the bitch I'm text messagin (uh-huh)\nIs the same bitch the mayor's text messagin (OHHH!)\nWhat niggaz to do man?\nBut keep it hood, fuck it","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let It Fly\n  artist: Trick‐Trick\n  album: The Villain\n  duration_ms: 257966\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah! This your boy Trick Trick\n  I got my dawg Ice Cube in this motherfucker (Lench Mob!)\n  I got my dawg Lil Jon close by too\n  Right about now I need everybody to get they motherfuckin hands up\n  And wherever the fuck you from\n  Let the whole club see it\n  What! What! Like this!\n\n  Throw your hood up, nigga let me see it (let me see it)\n  Throw your sets up high in the sky (in the sky)\n  Let the whole club know that you in this bitch\n  Throw your hood up, nigga let it fly (let it fly)\n\n  From 7 Mile, B.K. to Crenshaw to Camden to Bankhead\n  All our homies get cheese (get cheese)\n  Lynnwood to A-Z, Compton to Brook-nam\n  Fifth Ward hitters pimp be (pimp be)\n  School Craft to Grape Street, Harlem to 8th Street\n  Ninth Ward killers throw it up (throw it up)\n  Southwest to Brightmo', Puritan to 6 Mile\n  Number streets won't hold 'em up (hold 'em up)\n  Eastside you see the E's, Westside show the dubs\n  Riders all around throwin fourths (throwin fourth)\n  Blue and red flags up in the air hangin high\n  and can see 'em C'in and B-walk (B-walk)\n  Little G's khaki suited with French braids, AF-1's\n  Ducati frames on beams (on beams)\n  O.G.'s distributin them big thangs swingin them big chains\n  Sportin that lil' teen (teen)\n\n  Yeah G-A-N-G-S-T-A (gangsta)\n  S-H-I-T in a white tee (you know)\n  I am the H-double-O-D\n  Y'all niggaz know me, the big double O.G. (yea-yea)\n  Fuck the police, I used to roll goalie\n  I used to hold these and drink down 40's\n  All the rolies would come to control me\n  I'm uncontrollable when I'm on some gold D's (ooh-ooooh!)\n  Back the fuck up, I'm hard as concrete\n  Sidewalk gun talk university\n  Every hood's the same, up in Detroit\n  I'm with Trick Trick, smoked about three joints\n  On to bump one 'fore we hit the parkin lot\n  After the fifth one niggaz don't talk a lot\n  Hit the club, mean mug, what you lookin at? (What you lookin at?)\n  Who that bitch you with? I'll put a hook in that\n\n  If you true to yo' hood and you rep yo' set\n  Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\n  Eastside, Westside, Southside, where you at?\n  Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\n  What up cuz, cuz? What up Blood, Blood?\n  Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\n  Midwest, West Coast, Dirty South, East Coast\n  Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\n\n  What up Trick Trick? (What up O.G.?)\n  This your nigga Ice Cube (right)\n  Now check this out, I'm in downtown Detroit (alright)\n  On my way to the club (right)\n  I find out, that the bitch I'm text messagin (uh-huh)\n  Is the same bitch the mayor's text messagin (OHHH!)\n  What niggaz to do man?\n  But keep it hood, fuck it\n"},{"id":10831066,"name":"Let It Fly (feat. Ice Cube & Lil Jon)","trackName":"Let It Fly (feat. Ice Cube & Lil Jon)","artistName":"Trick Trick","albumName":"Featuring","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah! This your boy Trick Trick\nI got my dawg Ice Cube in this motherfucker (Lench Mob!)\nI got my dawg Lil Jon close by too\nRight about now I need everybody to get they motherfuckin hands up\nAnd wherever the fuck you from\nLet the whole club see it\nWhat! What! Like this!\n\nThrow your hood up, nigga let me see it (let me see it)\nThrow your sets up high in the sky (in the sky)\nLet the whole club know that you in this bitch\nThrow your hood up, nigga let it fly (let it fly)\n\nFrom 7 Mile, B.K. to Crenshaw to Camden to Bankhead\nAll our homies get cheese (get cheese)\nLynnwood to A-Z, Compton to Brook-nam\nFifth Ward hitters pimp be (pimp be)\nSchool Craft to Grape Street, Harlem to 8th Street\nNinth Ward killers throw it up (throw it up)\nSouthwest to Brightmo', Puritan to 6 Mile\nNumber streets won't hold 'em up (hold 'em up)\nEastside you see the E's, Westside show the dubs\nRiders all around throwin fourths (throwin fourth)\nBlue and red flags up in the air hangin high\nAnd can see 'em C'in and B-walk (B-walk)\nLittle G's khaki suited with French braids, AF-1's\nDucati frames on beams (on beams)\nO.G.'s distributin them big thangs swingin them big chains\nSportin that lil' teen (teen)\n\nYeah G-A-N-G-S-T-A (gangsta)\nS-H-I-T in a white tee (you know)\nI am the H-double-O-D\nY'all niggas know me, the big double O.G. (yea-yea)\nFuck the police, I used to roll goalie\nI used to hold these and drink down 40's\nAll the rolies would come to control me\nI'm uncontrollable when I'm on some gold D's (ooh-ooooh!)\nBack the fuck up, I'm hard as concrete\nSidewalk gun talk university\nEvery hood's the same, up in Detroit\nI'm with Trick Trick, smoked about three joints\nOn to bump one 'fore we hit the parkin lot\nAfter the fifth one niggas don't talk a lot\nHit the club, mean mug, what you lookin at? (What you lookin at?)\nWho that bitch you with? I'll put a hook in that\n\nIf you true to yo' hood and you rep yo' set\nThrow it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\nEastside, Westside, Southside, where you at?\nThrow it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\nWhat up cuz, cuz? What up Blood, Blood?\nThrow it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\nMidwest, West Coast, Dirty South, East Coast\nThrow it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\n\nWhat up Trick Trick? (What up O.G.?)\nThis your nigga Ice Cube (right)\nNow check this out, I'm in downtown Detroit (alright)\nOn my way to the club (right)\nI find out, that the bitch I'm text messagin (uh-huh)\nIs the same bitch the mayor's text messagin (OHHH!)\nWhat niggas to do man?\nBut keep it hood, fuck it","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let It Fly (feat. Ice Cube & Lil Jon)\n  artist: Trick Trick\n  album: Featuring\n  duration_ms: 253000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah! This your boy Trick Trick\n  I got my dawg Ice Cube in this motherfucker (Lench Mob!)\n  I got my dawg Lil Jon close by too\n  Right about now I need everybody to get they motherfuckin hands up\n  And wherever the fuck you from\n  Let the whole club see it\n  What! What! Like this!\n\n  Throw your hood up, nigga let me see it (let me see it)\n  Throw your sets up high in the sky (in the sky)\n  Let the whole club know that you in this bitch\n  Throw your hood up, nigga let it fly (let it fly)\n\n  From 7 Mile, B.K. to Crenshaw to Camden to Bankhead\n  All our homies get cheese (get cheese)\n  Lynnwood to A-Z, Compton to Brook-nam\n  Fifth Ward hitters pimp be (pimp be)\n  School Craft to Grape Street, Harlem to 8th Street\n  Ninth Ward killers throw it up (throw it up)\n  Southwest to Brightmo', Puritan to 6 Mile\n  Number streets won't hold 'em up (hold 'em up)\n  Eastside you see the E's, Westside show the dubs\n  Riders all around throwin fourths (throwin fourth)\n  Blue and red flags up in the air hangin high\n  And can see 'em C'in and B-walk (B-walk)\n  Little G's khaki suited with French braids, AF-1's\n  Ducati frames on beams (on beams)\n  O.G.'s distributin them big thangs swingin them big chains\n  Sportin that lil' teen (teen)\n\n  Yeah G-A-N-G-S-T-A (gangsta)\n  S-H-I-T in a white tee (you know)\n  I am the H-double-O-D\n  Y'all niggas know me, the big double O.G. (yea-yea)\n  Fuck the police, I used to roll goalie\n  I used to hold these and drink down 40's\n  All the rolies would come to control me\n  I'm uncontrollable when I'm on some gold D's (ooh-ooooh!)\n  Back the fuck up, I'm hard as concrete\n  Sidewalk gun talk university\n  Every hood's the same, up in Detroit\n  I'm with Trick Trick, smoked about three joints\n  On to bump one 'fore we hit the parkin lot\n  After the fifth one niggas don't talk a lot\n  Hit the club, mean mug, what you lookin at? (What you lookin at?)\n  Who that bitch you with? I'll put a hook in that\n\n  If you true to yo' hood and you rep yo' set\n  Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\n  Eastside, Westside, Southside, where you at?\n  Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\n  What up cuz, cuz? What up Blood, Blood?\n  Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\n  Midwest, West Coast, Dirty South, East Coast\n  Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\n\n  What up Trick Trick? (What up O.G.?)\n  This your nigga Ice Cube (right)\n  Now check this out, I'm in downtown Detroit (alright)\n  On my way to the club (right)\n  I find out, that the bitch I'm text messagin (uh-huh)\n  Is the same bitch the mayor's text messagin (OHHH!)\n  What niggas to do man?\n  But keep it hood, fuck it\n"},{"id":29918288,"name":"Let It Fly (feat. Ice Cube & Lil Jon)","trackName":"Let It Fly (feat. Ice Cube & Lil Jon)","artistName":"Trick Trick, Lil Jon, Ice Cube","albumName":"Featuring","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah! This your boy Trick Trick\nI got my dawg Ice Cube in this motherfucker (Lench Mob!)\nI got my dawg Lil Jon close by too\nRight about now I need everybody to get they motherfuckin hands up\nAnd wherever the fuck you from\nLet the whole club see it\nWhat! What! Like this!\n\nThrow your hood up, nigga let me see it (let me see it)\nThrow your sets up high in the sky (in the sky)\nLet the whole club know that you in this bitch\nThrow your hood up, nigga let it fly (let it fly)\n\nFrom 7 Mile, B.K. to Crenshaw to Camden to Bankhead\nAll our homies get cheese (get cheese)\nLynnwood to A-Z, Compton to Brook-nam\nFifth Ward hitters pimp be (pimp be)\nSchool Craft to Grape Street, Harlem to 8th Street\nNinth Ward killers throw it up (throw it up)\nSouthwest to Brightmo', Puritan to 6 Mile\nNumber streets won't hold 'em up (hold 'em up)\nEastside you see the E's, Westside show the dubs\nRiders all around throwin fourths (throwin fourth)\nBlue and red flags up in the air hangin high\nand can see 'em C'in and B-walk (B-walk)\nLittle G's khaki suited with French braids, AF-1's\nDucati frames on beams (on beams)\nO.G.'s distributin them big thangs swingin them big chains\nSportin that lil' teen (teen)\n\nYeah G-A-N-G-S-T-A (gangsta)\nS-H-I-T in a white tee (you know)\nI am the H-double-O-D\nY'all niggaz know me, the big double O.G. (yea-yea)\nFuck the police, I used to roll goalie\nI used to hold these and drink down 40's\nAll the rolies would come to control me\nI'm uncontrollable when I'm on some gold D's (ooh-ooooh!)\nBack the fuck up, I'm hard as concrete\nSidewalk gun talk university\nEvery hood's the same, up in Detroit\nI'm with Trick Trick, smoked about three joints\nOn to bump one 'fore we hit the parkin lot\nAfter the fifth one niggaz don't talk a lot\nHit the club, mean mug, what you lookin at? (What you lookin at?)\nWho that bitch you with? I'll put a in that\n\nIf you true to yo' hood and you rep yo' set\nThrow it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\nEastside, Westside, Southside, where you at?\nThrow it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\nWhat up cuz, cuz? What up Blood, Blood?\nThrow it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\nMidwest, West Coast, Dirty South, East Coast\nThrow it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\n\nWhat up Trick Trick? (What up O.G.?)\nThis your nigga Ice Cube (right)\nNow check this out, I'm in downtown Detroit (alright)\nOn my way to the club (right)\nI find out, that the bitch I'm text messagin (uh-huh)\nIs the same bitch the mayor's text messagin (OHHH!)\nWhat niggaz to do man?\nBut keep it hood, fuck it","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let It Fly (feat. Ice Cube & Lil Jon)\n  artist: Trick Trick, Lil Jon, Ice Cube\n  album: Featuring\n  duration_ms: 254000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah! This your boy Trick Trick\n  I got my dawg Ice Cube in this motherfucker (Lench Mob!)\n  I got my dawg Lil Jon close by too\n  Right about now I need everybody to get they motherfuckin hands up\n  And wherever the fuck you from\n  Let the whole club see it\n  What! What! Like this!\n\n  Throw your hood up, nigga let me see it (let me see it)\n  Throw your sets up high in the sky (in the sky)\n  Let the whole club know that you in this bitch\n  Throw your hood up, nigga let it fly (let it fly)\n\n  From 7 Mile, B.K. to Crenshaw to Camden to Bankhead\n  All our homies get cheese (get cheese)\n  Lynnwood to A-Z, Compton to Brook-nam\n  Fifth Ward hitters pimp be (pimp be)\n  School Craft to Grape Street, Harlem to 8th Street\n  Ninth Ward killers throw it up (throw it up)\n  Southwest to Brightmo', Puritan to 6 Mile\n  Number streets won't hold 'em up (hold 'em up)\n  Eastside you see the E's, Westside show the dubs\n  Riders all around throwin fourths (throwin fourth)\n  Blue and red flags up in the air hangin high\n  and can see 'em C'in and B-walk (B-walk)\n  Little G's khaki suited with French braids, AF-1's\n  Ducati frames on beams (on beams)\n  O.G.'s distributin them big thangs swingin them big chains\n  Sportin that lil' teen (teen)\n\n  Yeah G-A-N-G-S-T-A (gangsta)\n  S-H-I-T in a white tee (you know)\n  I am the H-double-O-D\n  Y'all niggaz know me, the big double O.G. (yea-yea)\n  Fuck the police, I used to roll goalie\n  I used to hold these and drink down 40's\n  All the rolies would come to control me\n  I'm uncontrollable when I'm on some gold D's (ooh-ooooh!)\n  Back the fuck up, I'm hard as concrete\n  Sidewalk gun talk university\n  Every hood's the same, up in Detroit\n  I'm with Trick Trick, smoked about three joints\n  On to bump one 'fore we hit the parkin lot\n  After the fifth one niggaz don't talk a lot\n  Hit the club, mean mug, what you lookin at? (What you lookin at?)\n  Who that bitch you with? I'll put a in that\n\n  If you true to yo' hood and you rep yo' set\n  Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\n  Eastside, Westside, Southside, where you at?\n  Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\n  What up cuz, cuz? What up Blood, Blood?\n  Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\n  Midwest, West Coast, Dirty South, East Coast\n  Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up\n\n  What up Trick Trick? (What up O.G.?)\n  This your nigga Ice Cube (right)\n  Now check this out, I'm in downtown Detroit (alright)\n  On my way to the club (right)\n  I find out, that the bitch I'm text messagin (uh-huh)\n  Is the same bitch the mayor's text messagin (OHHH!)\n  What niggaz to do man?\n  But keep it hood, fuck it\n"}]