[{"id":28135928,"name":"A Bronx Tale","trackName":"A Bronx Tale","artistName":"Troy Ave","albumName":"Major Without a Deal","duration":202.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Gotta change the name to protect the rights of the innocent\nI have to go in law and order (B.S.P. Records, Power Base 305, '87)\n\nHundred hundreds in my pocket, keep it G\nAll day, every day, real life, this is me\nGot the streets on lock, you ain't blind, you can see\nDope boy, Troy Ave and the Kid Capri\n\nShe said that she don't want me 'cause\nI'm just another dealer (unh-uh, unh-uh)\nHeard some niggas over talkin' and they\nSaid I was a killer (that ain't true, mama)\nPlus she know I come from Brooklyn and she way up in the Bronx (howdy)\nI said \"baby, fuck you mean, I ride foreign, what you want?\" (ah-hah!)\n\nAyo, I met her in Astoria, stage name Gloria\nSmooth skin, tan like a vacay in Florida\nShe don't wanna dance, she just tryna bring her daughter up\nI went in my pants, couple bands, that's for all of ya\nBitches with ambition, hisses in the kitchen\nHim being me, dark skin, jewels glisten\nBright, and baby, this your lucky night\nFuck with the kid, roll with me like a pair of dice\nTrips, see low clouds on the plane\nSo fly, so high, take a hit of Mary Jane\nThis a PJ, just came from VA\nHampton University, 7 plus 3K\nThat's a dime, you a dime, I shine, you can shine\nThem other niggas want yours, I just want you to be mine\nYou sip birthday cake wine, I'm a part of that\nI can show you where love and the dollars at (howdy)\n\nShe said that she don't want me 'cause\nI'm just another dealer (unh-uh, unh-uh)\nHeard some niggas over talkin' and they\nSaid I was a killer (that ain't true, mama)\nPlus she know I come from Brooklyn and she way up in the Bronx (howdy)\nI said \"baby, fuck you mean, I ride foreign, what you want?\" (ah-hah!)\n\nParty done, more fun, still kickin' game\nIt's really just extra, she already know the name\nSpoke my piece, out the door, capiche\nHit the alarm, doors open, nah, I don't lease\nPaid in full, new Benz, baby, fuck your friends\nThem hoes'll leave you if they could get with me, and\nI don't really want people in my business\nWhether streets or the sheets, that's how you get a sentence\nI'ma give you time, be careful how you spend it\nWhole lotta commas, I base run, no Penny\nBatter up, little bitch bad as fuck\nYou made a good choice, let me snatch her up\nThey say one loyal girl is hard to find\nSo when you get her, keep her with it to the top you climb\nRocky road, rock and roll, heavy metal for frown\nAnd she a down one, step up and try it (motherfuckers)\n\nShe said that she don't want me 'cause\nI'm just another dealer (unh-uh, unh-uh)\nHeard some niggas over talkin' and they\nSaid I was a killer (that ain't true, mama)\nPlus she know I come from Brooklyn and she way up in the Bronx (howdy)\nI said \"baby, fuck you mean, I ride foreign, what you want?\" (ah-hah!)\n\nI mean, shit, but you know how that go\nDon't nothin' really last forever\nWhen the way you livin' is killin' 'em\nBest believe it's all gon' come to an end\nI tell it like this: all I got is a\nLot of money and a little bit of time\nYou gon' take it, or you gon' leave it for the next bitch?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: A Bronx Tale\n  artist: Troy Ave\n  album: Major Without a Deal\n  duration_ms: 202000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Gotta change the name to protect the rights of the innocent\n  I have to go in law and order (B.S.P. Records, Power Base 305, '87)\n\n  Hundred hundreds in my pocket, keep it G\n  All day, every day, real life, this is me\n  Got the streets on lock, you ain't blind, you can see\n  Dope boy, Troy Ave and the Kid Capri\n\n  She said that she don't want me 'cause\n  I'm just another dealer (unh-uh, unh-uh)\n  Heard some niggas over talkin' and they\n  Said I was a killer (that ain't true, mama)\n  Plus she know I come from Brooklyn and she way up in the Bronx (howdy)\n  I said \"baby, fuck you mean, I ride foreign, what you want?\" (ah-hah!)\n\n  Ayo, I met her in Astoria, stage name Gloria\n  Smooth skin, tan like a vacay in Florida\n  She don't wanna dance, she just tryna bring her daughter up\n  I went in my pants, couple bands, that's for all of ya\n  Bitches with ambition, hisses in the kitchen\n  Him being me, dark skin, jewels glisten\n  Bright, and baby, this your lucky night\n  Fuck with the kid, roll with me like a pair of dice\n  Trips, see low clouds on the plane\n  So fly, so high, take a hit of Mary Jane\n  This a PJ, just came from VA\n  Hampton University, 7 plus 3K\n  That's a dime, you a dime, I shine, you can shine\n  Them other niggas want yours, I just want you to be mine\n  You sip birthday cake wine, I'm a part of that\n  I can show you where love and the dollars at (howdy)\n\n  She said that she don't want me 'cause\n  I'm just another dealer (unh-uh, unh-uh)\n  Heard some niggas over talkin' and they\n  Said I was a killer (that ain't true, mama)\n  Plus she know I come from Brooklyn and she way up in the Bronx (howdy)\n  I said \"baby, fuck you mean, I ride foreign, what you want?\" (ah-hah!)\n\n  Party done, more fun, still kickin' game\n  It's really just extra, she already know the name\n  Spoke my piece, out the door, capiche\n  Hit the alarm, doors open, nah, I don't lease\n  Paid in full, new Benz, baby, fuck your friends\n  Them hoes'll leave you if they could get with me, and\n  I don't really want people in my business\n  Whether streets or the sheets, that's how you get a sentence\n  I'ma give you time, be careful how you spend it\n  Whole lotta commas, I base run, no Penny\n  Batter up, little bitch bad as fuck\n  You made a good choice, let me snatch her up\n  They say one loyal girl is hard to find\n  So when you get her, keep her with it to the top you climb\n  Rocky road, rock and roll, heavy metal for frown\n  And she a down one, step up and try it (motherfuckers)\n\n  She said that she don't want me 'cause\n  I'm just another dealer (unh-uh, unh-uh)\n  Heard some niggas over talkin' and they\n  Said I was a killer (that ain't true, mama)\n  Plus she know I come from Brooklyn and she way up in the Bronx (howdy)\n  I said \"baby, fuck you mean, I ride foreign, what you want?\" (ah-hah!)\n\n  I mean, shit, but you know how that go\n  Don't nothin' really last forever\n  When the way you livin' is killin' 'em\n  Best believe it's all gon' come to an end\n  I tell it like this: all I got is a\n  Lot of money and a little bit of time\n  You gon' take it, or you gon' leave it for the next bitch?\n"}]