[{"id":10238408,"name":"Diamonds & Wood","trackName":"Diamonds & Wood","artistName":"UGK","albumName":"Best of UGK","duration":314.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Niggas in here, man, they outta sight, and what's fucked up about it\nThe motherfuckers from your own city\nYour little town or whatever, you know what I'm sayin'\nThem be the worst ones\nNiggas in here, man, can't stand to see a nigga havin' nothin', nigga\nI be eatin' free world steak and shrimp and shit like that, know what I'm sayin'?\nChokin' like a motherfucker got a bone in his throat\nOn that smin-oke, they can't stand it, you know?\nBut fuck 'em\n\nYeah, huh\nComing down\nDedicated to them boys riding slab\n\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave', know I'm looking good\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave', know I'm looking good\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\nI fli-, I fli-\n\nI flip down the Ave., you know I'm looking tight\nThese jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife\nWanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that\nNever let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\nWho's says he's going through a thang when y'all ain't never lied\nI gotta a baby, but it's momma act like he ain't mine\nWicked women using children to live on\nWhen I hurt and try to hate, 'cause she knows the thrill is gone\n\nSay man, I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\nBut niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\nAnd niggas talk a lot of shit in a safe place\nI know 'cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\nNow nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\nNigga, I ride dirty every day, but still I shine so clean\nGlitter and gleam, and all what it look like\nSo I keep swangin', I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave.\n\nI see these niggas and days go and come\nAnd for me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\nI grab my sess and I split my swisha with my thumb\nSome of my sweets be tight, now some of my sweets be fucked up\nBut all of my sweets gonna blow, so killa smoke get sucked up\nI lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\nBut who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\nI'm puffin' spliffs of hay, still upset about the drama here\nAt this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears, shit\n\nBut naturally them fuckin' laws is always after me\nSo I have to be in that manor on that 503\nI'm livin' dastardly, must be all about survival, G\nThese niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me\nThey say there has to be another way, but I ain't feelin' that\nThey try to steal a 'Lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back\nBut still, the fact remains, it's all about the game swangin' bang\nPeace to E-S-G and all the victims of the game man\n\nI flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave.\n\nI'm flipin' through P.A. I'm tryin' to see some good\nBut everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\nNiggas frown when you up and smile when you down\nAnd when you change for the better, shife fools stop comin' around\nI see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\nWe all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\nGot to the point where I could not decipher day from night\nShe say she love me but all we do now is fuckin' fight\n\nMy conscience fuck with me so much I can't eat or sleep\nThe other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\nAnd even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\nLustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\nSome get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\nSome try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\nBut see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\nI'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good\n\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good (uh)\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n(I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good)\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good (uh)\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n\nSo, it's your life","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.15] Niggas in here, man, they outta sight, and what's fucked up about it\n[00:07.00] The motherfuckers from your own city\n[00:08.98] Your little town or whatever, you know what I'm sayin'\n[00:10.96] Them be the worst ones\n[00:14.28] Niggas in here, man, can't stand to see a nigga havin' nothin', nigga\n[00:17.74] I be eatin' free world steak and shrimp and shit like that, know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:22.88] Chokin' like a motherfucker got a bone in his throat\n[00:26.72] On that smin-oke, they can't stand it, you know?\n[00:31.25] But fuck 'em\n[00:37.06] Yeah, huh\n[00:40.71] Coming down\n[00:43.25] Dedicated to them boys riding slab\n[00:45.75] I fli-, I flips down the Ave', know I'm looking good\n[00:49.13] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[00:52.48] I fli-, I flips down the Ave', know I'm looking good\n[00:55.94] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[00:59.90] I fli-, I fli-\n[01:00.32] I flip down the Ave., you know I'm looking tight\n[01:03.04] These jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife\n[01:06.58] Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that\n[01:09.85] Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\n[01:13.44] Who's says he's going through a thang when y'all ain't never lied\n[01:17.13] I gotta a baby, but it's momma act like he ain't mine\n[01:20.88] Wicked women using children to live on\n[01:23.95] When I hurt and try to hate, 'cause she knows the thrill is gone\n[01:27.35] Say man, I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\n[01:30.87] But niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\n[01:34.22] And niggas talk a lot of shit in a safe place\n[01:37.81] I know 'cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\n[01:41.41] Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\n[01:44.84] Nigga, I ride dirty every day, but still I shine so clean\n[01:48.36] Glitter and gleam, and all what it look like\n[01:51.72] So I keep swangin', I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n[01:55.12] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[01:58.83] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[02:02.01] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[02:05.77] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[02:09.13] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[02:12.64] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[02:15.94] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[02:19.38] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[02:23.15] I fli-, I flips down the Ave.\n[02:25.00] I see these niggas and days go and come\n[02:26.85] And for me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\n[02:29.29] I grab my sess and I split my swisha with my thumb\n[02:31.77] Some of my sweets be tight, now some of my sweets be fucked up\n[02:35.08] But all of my sweets gonna blow, so killa smoke get sucked up\n[02:38.39] I lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\n[02:41.90] But who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\n[02:45.23] I'm puffin' spliffs of hay, still upset about the drama here\n[02:48.87] At this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears, shit\n[02:52.56] But naturally them fuckin' laws is always after me\n[02:55.86] So I have to be in that manor on that 503\n[02:59.11] I'm livin' dastardly, must be all about survival, G\n[03:02.74] These niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me\n[03:06.02] They say there has to be another way, but I ain't feelin' that\n[03:09.67] They try to steal a 'Lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back\n[03:12.91] But still, the fact remains, it's all about the game swangin' bang\n[03:16.65] Peace to E-S-G and all the victims of the game man\n[03:19.18] I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[03:22.13] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[03:25.59] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[03:29.15] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[03:32.46] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[03:35.91] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[03:39.38] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[03:42.97] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[03:46.49] I fli-, I flips down the Ave.\n[03:47.21] I'm flipin' through P.A. I'm tryin' to see some good\n[03:49.90] But everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\n[03:53.72] Niggas frown when you up and smile when you down\n[03:56.79] And when you change for the better, shife fools stop comin' around\n[04:00.16] I see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\n[04:03.62] We all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\n[04:07.33] Got to the point where I could not decipher day from night\n[04:10.65] She say she love me but all we do now is fuckin' fight\n[04:14.30] My conscience fuck with me so much I can't eat or sleep\n[04:17.61] The other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\n[04:21.24] And even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\n[04:25.50] Lustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\n[04:29.04] Some get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\n[04:32.62] Some try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\n[04:36.07] But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\n[04:39.52] I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good\n[04:42.03] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good (uh)\n[04:45.53] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[04:47.73] (I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good)\n[04:48.81] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good (uh)\n[04:52.45] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[04:56.08] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[04:59.31] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[05:03.18] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[05:06.48] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[05:10.76] So, it's your life\n[05:12.65] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Diamonds & Wood\n  artist: UGK\n  album: Best of UGK\n  duration_ms: 314000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Niggas in here, man, they outta sight, and what's fucked up about it\n  start_ms: 1150\n  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and shit like that, know what I'm sayin'?\n  Chokin' like a motherfucker got a bone in his throat\n  On that smin-oke, they can't stand it, you know?\n  But fuck 'em\n\n  Yeah, huh\n  Coming down\n  Dedicated to them boys riding slab\n\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave', know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave', know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I fli-\n\n  I flip down the Ave., you know I'm looking tight\n  These jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife\n  Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that\n  Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\n  Who's says he's going through a thang when y'all ain't never lied\n  I gotta a baby, but it's momma act like he ain't mine\n  Wicked women using children to live on\n  When I hurt and try to hate, 'cause she knows the thrill is gone\n\n  Say man, I stop smokin' with 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and shit like that, know what I'm sayin'?\n  Chokin' like a motherfucker got a bone in his throat\n  On that smin-oke, they can't stand it, you know?\n  But fuck 'em\n\n  Yeah, huh\n  Coming down\n  Dedicated to them boys riding slab\n\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave', know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave', know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I fli-\n\n  I flip down the Ave., you know I'm looking tight\n  These jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife\n  Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that\n  Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\n  Who's says he's going through a thang when y'all ain't never lied\n  I gotta a baby, but it's momma act like he ain't mine\n  Wicked women using children to live on\n  When I hurt and try to hate, 'cause she knows the thrill is gone\n\n  Say man, I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\n  But niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\n  And niggas talk a lot of shit in a safe place\n  I know 'cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\n  Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\n  Nigga, I ride dirty every day, but still I shine so clean\n  Glitter and gleam, and all what it look like\n  So I keep swangin', I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave.\n\n  I see these niggas and days go and come\n  And for me just to wake, I'm know 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I know I'm lookin' good\nI'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\nI'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\nI'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n\nI'm flip down the ave. you know I'm lookin' tight\nThese jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.\nWanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that,\nNever let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\nWho's says he's going through a thang when ya'll ain't never lied.\nI gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine.\nWicked women using children to live on\nWhen I hurt and try to hate cause she knows the thrill is gone\nSay man I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\nBut niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\nAnd niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place,\nI know cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\nNow nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\nNigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean\nGlitter and gleam, and all what it look like\nSo I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n\nI see these niggas and days go and come\nAnd fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\nI grab my cess and I split my swisha with my thumb\nSome of my sweets be tight Now some of my sweets be f**ked up\nBut all of my sweets gonna blow so killa smoke get sucked up\nI lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\nBut who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\nI'm puffin' spliffs of hay Still upset about the drama here\nAt this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears... shit.\n\nBut naturally them f**kin' laws is always after me\nSo I have to be in that manor on that 5-0-3\nI'm livin' dastardly\nMust be all about survival G\nThese niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me.\nThey say there has to be another way but I ain't feelin that.\nThey try to steal a lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back.\nBut still the fact remains. It's all about the game swangin' bang\nPeace to E-S-G and all the victims of the game man\n\nI'm flipin' through P.A. I'm tryin' to see some good\nBut everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\nNiggas frown when you up and smile when you down\nAnd when you change for the better shife fools stop comin' around\nI see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\nWe all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\nGot to the point where I could not decipher day from night\nShe say she love me but all we do now is f**kin' fight\nMy conscience f**k with me so much I can't eat or sleep\nThe other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\nAnd even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\nLustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\nSome get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\nSome try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\nBut see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\nI'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good.\n\nSo it's your life...","syncedLyrics":"[00:47.55] I'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\n[00:49.68] I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n[00:53.05] I'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\n[00:56.22] I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n[01:00.32] I'm flip down the ave. you know I'm lookin' tight\n[01:03.09] These jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.\n[01:06.77] Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that,\n[01:10.34] Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\n[01:13.77] Who's says he's going through a thang when ya'll ain't never lied.\n[01:17.15] I gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine.\n[01:20.55] Wicked women using children to live on\n[01:23.91] When I hurt and try to hate cause she knows the thrill is gone\n[01:27.66] Say man I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\n[01:30.81] But niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\n[01:34.28] And niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place,\n[01:37.83] I know cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\n[01:41.48] Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\n[01:44.82] Nigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean\n[01:48.55] Glitter and gleam, and all what it look like\n[01:51.72] So I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n[02:24.61] I see these niggas and days go and come\n[02:27.17] And fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\n[02:29.47] I grab my cess and I split my swisha with my thumb\n[02:31.75] Some of my sweets be tight Now some of my sweets be f**ked up\n[02:34.82] But all of my sweets gonna blow so killa smoke get sucked up\n[02:38.87] I lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\n[02:41.93] But who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\n[02:45.50] I'm puffin' spliffs of hay Still upset about the drama here\n[02:48.83] At this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears... shit.\n[02:52.32] But naturally them f**kin' laws is always after me\n[02:55.87] So I have to be in that manor on that 5-0-3\n[02:59.49] I'm livin' dastardly\n[03:00.80] Must be all about survival G\n[03:02.51] These niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me.\n[03:06.22] They say there has to be another way but I ain't feelin that.\n[03:09.63] They try to steal a lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back.\n[03:13.10] But still the fact remains. It's all about the game swangin' bang\n[03:16.10] Peace to E-S-G and all the victims of the game man\n[03:47.27] I'm flipin' through P.A. I'm tryin' to see some good\n[03:49.96] But everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\n[03:53.74] Niggas frown when you up and smile when you down\n[03:57.21] And when you change for the better shife fools stop comin' around\n[04:00.68] I see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\n[04:03.92] We all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\n[04:07.63] Got to the point where I could not decipher day from night\n[04:10.64] She say she love me but all we do now is f**kin' fight\n[04:14.55] My conscience f**k with me so much I can't eat or sleep\n[04:17.91] The other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\n[04:21.45] And even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\n[04:25.59] Lustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\n[04:29.33] Some get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\n[04:32.87] Some try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\n[04:36.26] But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\n[04:39.59] I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good.\n[05:12.02] So it's your life...\n[05:12.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Diamonds & Wood\n  artist: UGK\n  album: Best Of UGK (Chopped and Skrew\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm pushin' down the ave. 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I'm tryin' to see some good\n  start_ms: 227270\n  end_ms: 229960\n- text: But everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\n  start_ms: 229960\n  end_ms: 233740\n- text: Niggas frown when you up and smile when you down\n  start_ms: 233740\n  end_ms: 237210\n- text: And when you change for the better shife fools stop comin' around\n  start_ms: 237210\n  end_ms: 240680\n- text: I see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\n  start_ms: 240680\n  end_ms: 243920\n- text: We all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\n  start_ms: 243920\n  end_ms: 247630\n- text: Got to the point where I could not decipher day from night\n  start_ms: 247630\n  end_ms: 250640\n- text: She say she love me but all we do now is f**kin' fight\n  start_ms: 250640\n  end_ms: 254550\n- text: My conscience f**k with me so much I can't eat or sleep\n  start_ms: 254550\n  end_ms: 257910\n- text: The other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\n  start_ms: 257910\n  end_ms: 261450\n- text: And even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\n  start_ms: 261450\n  end_ms: 265590\n- text: Lustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\n  start_ms: 265590\n  end_ms: 269330\n- text: Some get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\n  start_ms: 269330\n  end_ms: 272870\n- text: Some try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\n  start_ms: 272870\n  end_ms: 276260\n- text: But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\n  start_ms: 276260\n  end_ms: 279590\n- text: I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good.\n  start_ms: 279590\n  end_ms: 312020\n- text: So it's your life...\n  start_ms: 312020\n  end_ms: 312060\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 312060\nplain: |-\n  I'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\n  I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n  I'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\n  I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n\n  I'm flip down the ave. you know I'm lookin' tight\n  These jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.\n  Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that,\n  Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\n  Who's says he's going through a thang when ya'll ain't never lied.\n  I gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine.\n  Wicked women using children to live on\n  When I hurt and try to hate cause she knows the thrill is gone\n  Say man I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\n  But niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\n  And niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place,\n  I know cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\n  Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\n  Nigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean\n  Glitter and gleam, and all what it look like\n  So I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n\n  I see these niggas and days go and come\n  And fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\n  I grab my cess and I split my swisha with my thumb\n  Some of my sweets be tight Now some of my sweets be f**ked up\n  But all of my sweets gonna blow so killa smoke get sucked up\n  I lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\n  But who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\n  I'm puffin' spliffs of hay Still upset about the drama here\n  At this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears... shit.\n\n  But naturally them f**kin' laws is always after me\n  So I have to be in that manor on that 5-0-3\n  I'm livin' dastardly\n  Must be all about survival G\n  These niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me.\n  They say there has to be another way but I ain't feelin that.\n  They try to steal a lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back.\n  But still the fact remains. It's all about the game swangin' bang\n  Peace to E-S-G and all the victims of the game man\n\n  I'm flipin' through P.A. I'm tryin' to see some good\n  But everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\n  Niggas frown when you up and smile when you down\n  And when you change for the better shife fools stop comin' around\n  I see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\n  We all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\n  Got to the point where I could not decipher day from night\n  She say she love me but all we do now is f**kin' fight\n  My conscience f**k with me so much I can't eat or sleep\n  The other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\n  And even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\n  Lustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\n  Some get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\n  Some try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\n  But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\n  I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good.\n\n  So it's your life...\n"},{"id":23124041,"name":"Diamonds & Wood","trackName":"Diamonds & Wood","artistName":"UGK","albumName":"Jive Records Presents: UGK Chopped and Screwed","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\nI'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\nI'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\nI'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n\nI'm flip down the ave. you know I'm lookin' tight\nThese jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.\nWanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that,\nNever let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\nWho's says he's going through a thang when ya'll ain't never lied.\nI gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine.\nWicked women using children to live on\nWhen I hurt and try to hate cause she knows the thrill is gone\nSay man I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\nBut niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\nAnd niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place,\nI know cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\nNow nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\nNigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean\nGlitter and gleam, and all what it look like\nSo I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n\nI see these niggas and days go and come\nAnd fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\nI grab my cess and I split my swisha with my thumb\nSome of my sweets be tight Now some of my sweets be f**ked up\nBut all of my sweets gonna blow so killa smoke get sucked up\nI lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\nBut who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\nI'm puffin' spliffs of hay Still upset about the drama here\nAt this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears... shit.\n\nBut naturally them f**kin' laws is always after me\nSo I have to be in that manor on that 5-0-3\nI'm livin' dastardly\nMust be all about survival G\nThese niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me.\nThey say there has to be another way but I ain't feelin that.\nThey try to steal a lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back.\nBut still the fact remains. It's all about the game swangin' bang\nPeace to E-S-G and all the victims of the game man\n\nI'm flipin' through P.A. I'm tryin' to see some good\nBut everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\nNiggas frown when you up and smile when you down\nAnd when you change for the better shife fools stop comin' around\nI see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\nWe all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\nGot to the point where I could not decipher day from night\nShe say she love me but all we do now is f**kin' fight\nMy conscience f**k with me so much I can't eat or sleep\nThe other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\nAnd even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\nLustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\nSome get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\nSome try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\nBut see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\nI'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good.\n\nSo it's your life...","syncedLyrics":"[00:47.55] I'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\n[00:49.68] I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n[00:53.05] I'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\n[00:56.22] I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n[01:00.32] I'm flip down the ave. you know I'm lookin' tight\n[01:03.09] These jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.\n[01:06.77] Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that,\n[01:10.34] Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\n[01:13.77] Who's says he's going through a thang when ya'll ain't never lied.\n[01:17.15] I gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine.\n[01:20.55] Wicked women using children to live on\n[01:23.91] When I hurt and try to hate cause she knows the thrill is gone\n[01:27.66] Say man I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\n[01:30.81] But niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\n[01:34.28] And niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place,\n[01:37.83] I know cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\n[01:41.48] Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\n[01:44.82] Nigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean\n[01:48.55] Glitter and gleam, and all what it look like\n[01:51.72] So I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n[02:24.61] I see these niggas and days go and come\n[02:27.17] And fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\n[02:29.47] I grab my cess and I split my swisha with my thumb\n[02:31.75] Some of my sweets be tight Now some of my sweets be f**ked up\n[02:34.82] But all of my sweets gonna blow so killa smoke get sucked up\n[02:38.87] I lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\n[02:41.93] But who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\n[02:45.50] I'm puffin' spliffs of hay Still upset about the drama here\n[02:48.83] At this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears... shit.\n[02:52.32] But naturally them f**kin' laws is always after me\n[02:55.87] So I have to be in that manor on that 5-0-3\n[02:59.49] I'm livin' dastardly\n[03:00.80] Must be all about survival G\n[03:02.51] These niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me.\n[03:06.22] They say there has to be another way but I ain't feelin that.\n[03:09.63] They try to steal a lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back.\n[03:13.10] But still the fact remains. It's all about the game swangin' bang\n[03:16.10] Peace to E-S-G and all the victims of the game man\n[03:47.27] I'm flipin' through P.A. I'm tryin' to see some good\n[03:49.96] But everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\n[03:53.74] Niggas frown when you up and smile when you down\n[03:57.21] And when you change for the better shife fools stop comin' around\n[04:00.68] I see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\n[04:03.92] We all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\n[04:07.63] Got to the point where I could not decipher day from night\n[04:10.64] She say she love me but all we do now is f**kin' fight\n[04:14.55] My conscience f**k with me so much I can't eat or sleep\n[04:17.91] The other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\n[04:21.45] And even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\n[04:25.59] Lustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\n[04:29.33] Some get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\n[04:32.87] Some try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\n[04:36.26] But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\n[04:39.59] I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good.\n[05:12.02] So it's your life...\n[05:12.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Diamonds & Wood\n  artist: UGK\n  album: 'Jive Records Presents: UGK Chopped and Screwed'\n  duration_ms: 277000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm pushin' down the ave. 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I'm tryin' to see some good\nBut everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\nNiggas frown when you up and smile when you down\nAnd when you change for the better, shife fools stop comin' around\nI see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\nWe all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\nGot to the point where I could not decipher day from night\nShe say she love me but all we do now is fuckin' fight\n\nMy conscience fuck with me so much I can't eat or sleep\nThe other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\nAnd even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\nLustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\nSome get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\nSome try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\nBut see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\nI'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good\n\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good (uh)\nI'm banging Screw, 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I'm tryin' to see some good\n[03:49.90] But everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\n[03:53.72] Niggas frown when you up and smile when you down\n[03:56.79] And when you change for the better, shife fools stop comin' around\n[04:00.16] I see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\n[04:03.62] We all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\n[04:07.33] Got to the point where I could not decipher day from night\n[04:10.65] She say she love me but all we do now is fuckin' fight\n[04:14.30] My conscience fuck with me so much I can't eat or sleep\n[04:17.61] The other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\n[04:21.24] And even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\n[04:25.50] Lustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\n[04:29.04] Some get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\n[04:32.62] Some try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\n[04:36.07] But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\n[04:39.52] I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good\n[04:42.03] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good (uh)\n[04:45.53] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[04:47.73] (I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good)\n[04:48.81] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good (uh)\n[04:52.45] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[04:56.08] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[04:59.31] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[05:03.18] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[05:06.48] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[05:10.76] So, it's your life\n[05:12.65] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Diamonds & Wood (feat. 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and shit like that, know what I'm sayin'?\n  Chokin' like a motherfucker got a bone in his throat\n  On that smin-oke, they can't stand it, you know?\n  But fuck 'em\n\n  Yeah, huh\n  Coming down\n  Dedicated to them boys riding slab\n\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave', know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave', know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I fli-\n\n  I flip down the Ave., you know I'm looking tight\n  These jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife\n  Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that\n  Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\n  Who's says he's going through a thang when y'all ain't never lied\n  I gotta a baby, but it's momma act like he ain't mine\n  Wicked women using children to live on\n  When I hurt and try to hate, 'cause she knows the thrill is gone\n\n  Say man, I stop smokin' with 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I'm tryin' to see some good\nBut everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\nNiggas frown when you up and smile when you down\nAnd when you change for the better, shife fools stop comin' around\nI see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\nWe all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\nGot to the point where I could not decipher day from night\nShe say she love me but all we do now is fuckin' fight\n\nMy conscience fuck with me so much I can't eat or sleep\nThe other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\nAnd even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\nLustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\nSome get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\nSome try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\nBut see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\nI'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good\n\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good (uh)\nI'm banging Screw, 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you know?\n[00:31.25] But fuck 'em\n[00:37.06] Yeah, huh\n[00:40.71] Coming down\n[00:43.25] Dedicated to them boys riding slab\n[00:45.75] I fli-, I flips down the Ave', know I'm looking good\n[00:49.13] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[00:52.48] I fli-, I flips down the Ave', know I'm looking good\n[00:55.94] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[00:59.90] I fli-, I fli-\n[01:00.32] I flip down the Ave., you know I'm looking tight\n[01:03.04] These jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife\n[01:06.58] Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that\n[01:09.85] Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\n[01:13.44] Who's says he's going through a thang when y'all ain't never lied\n[01:17.13] I gotta a baby, but it's momma act like he ain't mine\n[01:20.88] Wicked women using children to live on\n[01:23.95] When I hurt and try to hate, 'cause she knows the thrill is gone\n[01:27.35] Say man, I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\n[01:30.87] But niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\n[01:34.22] And niggas talk a lot of shit in a safe place\n[01:37.81] I know 'cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\n[01:41.41] Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\n[01:44.84] Nigga, I ride dirty every day, but still I shine so clean\n[01:48.36] Glitter and gleam, and all what it look like\n[01:51.72] So I keep swangin', I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n[01:55.12] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[01:58.83] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[02:02.01] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[02:05.77] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[02:09.13] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[02:12.64] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[02:15.94] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[02:19.38] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[02:23.15] I fli-, I flips down the Ave.\n[02:25.00] I see these niggas and days go and come\n[02:26.85] And for me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\n[02:29.29] I grab my sess and I split my swisha with my thumb\n[02:31.77] Some of my sweets be tight, now some of my sweets be fucked up\n[02:35.08] But all of my sweets gonna blow, so killa smoke get sucked up\n[02:38.39] I lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\n[02:41.90] But who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\n[02:45.23] I'm puffin' spliffs of hay, still upset about the drama here\n[02:48.87] At this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears, shit\n[02:52.56] But naturally them fuckin' laws is always after me\n[02:55.86] So I have to be in that manor on that 503\n[02:59.11] I'm livin' dastardly, must be all about survival, G\n[03:02.74] These niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me\n[03:06.02] They say there has to be another way, but I ain't feelin' that\n[03:09.67] They try to steal a 'Lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back\n[03:12.91] But still, the fact remains, it's all about the game swangin' bang\n[03:16.65] Peace to E-S-G and all the victims of the game man\n[03:19.18] I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[03:22.13] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[03:25.59] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[03:29.15] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[03:32.46] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[03:35.91] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[03:39.38] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[03:42.97] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[03:46.49] I fli-, I flips down the Ave.\n[03:47.21] I'm flipin' through P.A. I'm tryin' to see some good\n[03:49.90] But everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\n[03:53.72] Niggas frown when you up and smile when you down\n[03:56.79] And when you change for the better, shife fools stop comin' around\n[04:00.16] I see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\n[04:03.62] We all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\n[04:07.33] Got to the point where I could not decipher day from night\n[04:10.65] She say she love me but all we do now is fuckin' fight\n[04:14.30] My conscience fuck with me so much I can't eat or sleep\n[04:17.61] The other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\n[04:21.24] And even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\n[04:25.50] Lustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\n[04:29.04] Some get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\n[04:32.62] Some try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\n[04:36.07] But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\n[04:39.52] I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good\n[04:42.03] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good (uh)\n[04:45.53] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[04:47.73] (I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good)\n[04:48.81] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good (uh)\n[04:52.45] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[04:56.08] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[04:59.31] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[05:03.18] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[05:06.48] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[05:10.76] So, it's your life\n[05:12.65] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Diamonds & Wood (feat. 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and shit like that, know what I'm sayin'?\n  Chokin' like a motherfucker got a bone in his throat\n  On that smin-oke, they can't stand it, you know?\n  But fuck 'em\n\n  Yeah, huh\n  Coming down\n  Dedicated to them boys riding slab\n\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave', know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave', know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I fli-\n\n  I flip down the Ave., you know I'm looking tight\n  These jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife\n  Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that\n  Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\n  Who's says he's going through a thang when y'all ain't never lied\n  I gotta a baby, but it's momma act like he ain't mine\n  Wicked women using children to live on\n  When I hurt and try to hate, 'cause she knows the thrill is gone\n\n  Say man, I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\n  But niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\n  And niggas talk a lot of shit in a safe place\n  I know 'cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\n  Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\n  Nigga, I ride dirty every day, but still I shine so clean\n  Glitter and gleam, and all what it look like\n  So I keep swangin', I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave.\n\n  I see these niggas and days go and come\n  And for me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\n  I grab my sess and I split my swisha with my thumb\n  Some of my sweets be tight, now some of my sweets be fucked up\n  But all of my sweets gonna blow, so killa smoke get sucked up\n  I lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\n  But who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\n  I'm puffin' spliffs of hay, still upset about the drama here\n  At this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears, shit\n\n  But naturally them fuckin' laws is always after me\n  So I have to be in that manor on that 503\n  I'm livin' dastardly, must be all about survival, G\n  These niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me\n  They say there has to be another way, but I ain't feelin' that\n  They try to steal a 'Lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back\n  But still, the fact remains, it's all about the game swangin' bang\n  Peace to E-S-G and all the victims of the game man\n\n  I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  I'm 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I'm tryin' to see some good\n  But everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\n  Niggas frown when you up and smile when you down\n  And when you change for the better, shife fools stop comin' around\n  I see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\n  We all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\n  Got to the point where I could not decipher day from night\n  She say she love me but all we do now is fuckin' fight\n\n  My conscience fuck with me so much I can't eat or sleep\n  The other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\n  And even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\n  Lustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\n  Some get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\n  Some try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\n  But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\n  I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good\n\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good (uh)\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  (I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good)\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good (uh)\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n\n  So, it's your life\n"},{"id":2185926,"name":"Diamonds & Wood","trackName":"Diamonds & Wood","artistName":"UGK","albumName":"Ridin' Dirty","duration":313.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\nI'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\nI'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\nI'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n\nI'm flip down the ave. you know I'm lookin' tight\nThese jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.\nWanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that,\nNever let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\nWho's says he's going through a thang when ya'll ain't never lied.\nI gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine.\nWicked women using children to live on\nWhen I hurt and try to hate cause she knows the thrill is gone\nSay man I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\nBut niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\nAnd niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place,\nI know cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\nNow nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\nNigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean\nGlitter and gleam, and all what it look like\nSo I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n\nI see these niggas and days go and come\nAnd fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\nI grab my cess and I split my swisha with my thumb\nSome of my sweets be tight Now some of my sweets be f**ked up\nBut all of my sweets gonna blow so killa smoke get sucked up\nI lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\nBut who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\nI'm puffin' spliffs of hay Still upset about the drama here\nAt this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears... shit.\n\nBut naturally them f**kin' laws is always after me\nSo I have to be in that manor on that 5-0-3\nI'm livin' dastardly\nMust be all about survival G\nThese niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me.\nThey say there has to be another way but I ain't feelin that.\nThey try to steal a lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back.\nBut still the fact remains. It's all about the game swangin' bang\nPeace to E-S-G and all the victims of the game man\n\nI'm flipin' through P.A. I'm tryin' to see some good\nBut everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\nNiggas frown when you up and smile when you down\nAnd when you change for the better shife fools stop comin' around\nI see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\nWe all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\nGot to the point where I could not decipher day from night\nShe say she love me but all we do now is f**kin' fight\nMy conscience f**k with me so much I can't eat or sleep\nThe other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\nAnd even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\nLustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\nSome get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\nSome try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\nBut see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\nI'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good.\n\nSo it's your life...","syncedLyrics":"[00:47.55] I'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\n[00:49.68] I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n[00:53.05] I'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\n[00:56.22] I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n[01:00.32] I'm flip down the ave. you know I'm lookin' tight\n[01:03.09] These jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.\n[01:06.77] Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that,\n[01:10.34] Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\n[01:13.77] Who's says he's going through a thang when ya'll ain't never lied.\n[01:17.15] I gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine.\n[01:20.55] Wicked women using children to live on\n[01:23.91] When I hurt and try to hate cause she knows the thrill is gone\n[01:27.66] Say man I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\n[01:30.81] But niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\n[01:34.28] And niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place,\n[01:37.83] I know cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\n[01:41.48] Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\n[01:44.82] Nigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean\n[01:48.55] Glitter and gleam, and all what it look like\n[01:51.72] So I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n[02:24.61] I see these niggas and days go and come\n[02:27.17] And fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\n[02:29.47] I grab my cess and I split my swisha with my thumb\n[02:31.75] Some of my sweets be tight Now some of my sweets be f**ked up\n[02:34.82] But all of my sweets gonna blow so killa smoke get sucked up\n[02:38.87] I lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\n[02:41.93] But who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\n[02:45.50] I'm puffin' spliffs of hay Still upset about the drama here\n[02:48.83] At this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears... shit.\n[02:52.32] But naturally them f**kin' laws is always after me\n[02:55.87] So I have to be in that manor on that 5-0-3\n[02:59.49] I'm livin' dastardly\n[03:00.80] Must be all about survival G\n[03:02.51] These niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me.\n[03:06.22] They say there has to be another way but I ain't feelin that.\n[03:09.63] They try to steal a lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back.\n[03:13.10] But still the fact remains. It's all about the game swangin' bang\n[03:16.10] Peace to E-S-G and all the victims of the game man\n[03:47.27] I'm flipin' through P.A. I'm tryin' to see some good\n[03:49.96] But everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\n[03:53.74] Niggas frown when you up and smile when you down\n[03:57.21] And when you change for the better shife fools stop comin' around\n[04:00.68] I see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\n[04:03.92] We all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\n[04:07.63] Got to the point where I could not decipher day from night\n[04:10.64] She say she love me but all we do now is f**kin' fight\n[04:14.55] My conscience f**k with me so much I can't eat or sleep\n[04:17.91] The other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\n[04:21.45] And even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\n[04:25.59] Lustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\n[04:29.33] Some get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\n[04:32.87] Some try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\n[04:36.26] But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\n[04:39.59] I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good.\n[05:12.02] So it's your life...\n[05:12.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Diamonds & Wood\n  artist: UGK\n  album: Ridin' Dirty\n  duration_ms: 313000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm pushin' down the ave. 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I know I'm lookin' good\n  I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n  I'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\n  I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n\n  I'm flip down the ave. you know I'm lookin' tight\n  These jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.\n  Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that,\n  Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\n  Who's says he's going through a thang when ya'll ain't never lied.\n  I gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine.\n  Wicked women using children to live on\n  When I hurt and try to hate cause she knows the thrill is gone\n  Say man I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\n  But niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\n  And niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place,\n  I know cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\n  Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\n  Nigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean\n  Glitter and gleam, and all what it look like\n  So I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n\n  I see these niggas and days go and come\n  And fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\n  I grab my cess and I split my swisha with my thumb\n  Some of my sweets be tight Now some of my sweets be f**ked up\n  But all of my sweets gonna blow so killa smoke get sucked up\n  I lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\n  But who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\n  I'm puffin' spliffs of hay Still upset about the drama here\n  At this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears... shit.\n\n  But naturally them f**kin' laws is always after me\n  So I have to be in that manor on that 5-0-3\n  I'm livin' dastardly\n  Must be all about survival G\n  These niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me.\n  They say there has to be another way but I ain't feelin that.\n  They try to steal a lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back.\n  But still the fact remains. 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I'm tryin' to see some good\n  But everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\n  Niggas frown when you up and smile when you down\n  And when you change for the better shife fools stop comin' around\n  I see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\n  We all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\n  Got to the point where I could not decipher day from night\n  She say she love me but all we do now is f**kin' fight\n  My conscience f**k with me so much I can't eat or sleep\n  The other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\n  And even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\n  Lustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\n  Some get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\n  Some try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\n  But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\n  I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good.\n\n  So it's your life...\n"},{"id":30064557,"name":"Diamonds & Wood","trackName":"Diamonds & Wood","artistName":"UGK","albumName":"Ridin' Dirty: The Raw Version!","duration":315.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\nI'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\nI'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\nI'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n\nI'm flip down the ave. you know I'm lookin' tight\nThese jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.\nWanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that,\nNever let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\nWho's says he's going through a thang when ya'll ain't never lied.\nI gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine.\nWicked women using children to live on\nWhen I hurt and try to hate cause she knows the thrill is gone\nSay man I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\nBut niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\nAnd niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place,\nI know cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\nNow nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\nNigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean\nGlitter and gleam, and all what it look like\nSo I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n\nI see these niggas and days go and come\nAnd fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\nI grab my cess and I split my swisha with my thumb\nSome of my sweets be tight Now some of my sweets be f**ked up\nBut all of my sweets gonna blow so killa smoke get sucked up\nI lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\nBut who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\nI'm puffin' spliffs of hay Still upset about the drama here\nAt this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears... shit.\n\nBut naturally them f**kin' laws is always after me\nSo I have to be in that manor on that 5-0-3\nI'm livin' dastardly\nMust be all about survival G\nThese niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me.\nThey say there has to be another way but I ain't feelin that.\nThey try to steal a lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back.\nBut still the fact remains. It's all about the game swangin' bang\nPeace to E-S-G and all the victims of the game man\n\nI'm flipin' through P.A. I'm tryin' to see some good\nBut everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\nNiggas frown when you up and smile when you down\nAnd when you change for the better shife fools stop comin' around\nI see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\nWe all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\nGot to the point where I could not decipher day from night\nShe say she love me but all we do now is f**kin' fight\nMy conscience f**k with me so much I can't eat or sleep\nThe other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\nAnd even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\nLustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\nSome get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\nSome try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\nBut see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\nI'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good.\n\nSo it's your life...","syncedLyrics":"[00:47.55] I'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\n[00:49.68] I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n[00:53.05] I'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\n[00:56.22] I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n[01:00.32] I'm flip down the ave. you know I'm lookin' tight\n[01:03.09] These jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.\n[01:06.77] Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that,\n[01:10.34] Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\n[01:13.77] Who's says he's going through a thang when ya'll ain't never lied.\n[01:17.15] I gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine.\n[01:20.55] Wicked women using children to live on\n[01:23.91] When I hurt and try to hate cause she knows the thrill is gone\n[01:27.66] Say man I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\n[01:30.81] But niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\n[01:34.28] And niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place,\n[01:37.83] I know cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\n[01:41.48] Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\n[01:44.82] Nigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean\n[01:48.55] Glitter and gleam, and all what it look like\n[01:51.72] So I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n[02:24.61] I see these niggas and days go and come\n[02:27.17] And fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\n[02:29.47] I grab my cess and I split my swisha with my thumb\n[02:31.75] Some of my sweets be tight Now some of my sweets be f**ked up\n[02:34.82] But all of my sweets gonna blow so killa smoke get sucked up\n[02:38.87] I lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\n[02:41.93] But who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\n[02:45.50] I'm puffin' spliffs of hay Still upset about the drama here\n[02:48.83] At this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears... shit.\n[02:52.32] But naturally them f**kin' laws is always after me\n[02:55.87] So I have to be in that manor on that 5-0-3\n[02:59.49] I'm livin' dastardly\n[03:00.80] Must be all about survival G\n[03:02.51] These niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me.\n[03:06.22] They say there has to be another way but I ain't feelin that.\n[03:09.63] They try to steal a lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back.\n[03:13.10] But still the fact remains. It's all about the game swangin' bang\n[03:16.10] Peace to E-S-G and all the victims of the game man\n[03:47.27] I'm flipin' through P.A. I'm tryin' to see some good\n[03:49.96] But everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\n[03:53.74] Niggas frown when you up and smile when you down\n[03:57.21] And when you change for the better shife fools stop comin' around\n[04:00.68] I see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\n[04:03.92] We all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\n[04:07.63] Got to the point where I could not decipher day from night\n[04:10.64] She say she love me but all we do now is f**kin' fight\n[04:14.55] My conscience f**k with me so much I can't eat or sleep\n[04:17.91] The other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\n[04:21.45] And even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\n[04:25.59] Lustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\n[04:29.33] Some get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\n[04:32.87] Some try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\n[04:36.26] But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\n[04:39.59] I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good.\n[05:12.02] So it's your life...\n[05:12.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Diamonds & Wood\n  artist: UGK\n  album: 'Ridin'' Dirty: The Raw Version!'\n  duration_ms: 315000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm pushin' down the ave. 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I know I'm lookin' good\n  I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n  I'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\n  I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n\n  I'm flip down the ave. you know I'm lookin' tight\n  These jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.\n  Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that,\n  Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\n  Who's says he's going through a thang when ya'll ain't never lied.\n  I gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine.\n  Wicked women using children to live on\n  When I hurt and try to hate cause she knows the thrill is gone\n  Say man I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\n  But niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\n  And niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place,\n  I know cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\n  Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\n  Nigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean\n  Glitter and gleam, and all what it look like\n  So I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n\n  I see these niggas and days go and come\n  And fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\n  I grab my cess and I split my swisha with my thumb\n  Some of my sweets be tight Now some of my sweets be f**ked up\n  But all of my sweets gonna blow so killa smoke get sucked up\n  I lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\n  But who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\n  I'm puffin' spliffs of hay Still upset about the drama here\n  At this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears... shit.\n\n  But naturally them f**kin' laws is always after me\n  So I have to be in that manor on that 5-0-3\n  I'm livin' dastardly\n  Must be all about survival G\n  These niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me.\n  They say there has to be another way but I ain't feelin that.\n  They try to steal a lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back.\n  But still the fact remains. 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I know I'm lookin' good\nI'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\nI'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\nI'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n\nI'm flip down the ave. you know I'm lookin' tight\nThese jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.\nWanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that,\nNever let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\nWho's says he's going through a thang when ya'll ain't never lied.\nI gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine.\nWicked women using children to live on\nWhen I hurt and try to hate cause she knows the thrill is gone\nSay man I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\nBut niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\nAnd niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place,\nI know cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\nNow nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\nNigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean\nGlitter and gleam, and all what it look like\nSo I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n\nI see these niggas and days go and come\nAnd fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\nI grab my cess and I split my swisha with my thumb\nSome of my sweets be tight Now some of my sweets be f**ked up\nBut all of my sweets gonna blow so killa smoke get sucked up\nI lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\nBut who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\nI'm puffin' spliffs of hay Still upset about the drama here\nAt this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears... shit.\n\nBut naturally them f**kin' laws is always after me\nSo I have to be in that manor on that 5-0-3\nI'm livin' dastardly\nMust be all about survival G\nThese niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me.\nThey say there has to be another way but I ain't feelin that.\nThey try to steal a lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back.\nBut still the fact remains. It's all about the game swangin' bang\nPeace to E-S-G and all the victims of the game man\n\nI'm flipin' through P.A. I'm tryin' to see some good\nBut everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\nNiggas frown when you up and smile when you down\nAnd when you change for the better shife fools stop comin' around\nI see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\nWe all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\nGot to the point where I could not decipher day from night\nShe say she love me but all we do now is f**kin' fight\nMy conscience f**k with me so much I can't eat or sleep\nThe other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\nAnd even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\nLustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\nSome get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\nSome try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\nBut see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\nI'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good.\n\nSo it's your life...","syncedLyrics":"[00:47.55] I'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\n[00:49.68] I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n[00:53.05] I'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\n[00:56.22] I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n[01:00.32] I'm flip down the ave. you know I'm lookin' tight\n[01:03.09] These jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.\n[01:06.77] Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that,\n[01:10.34] Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\n[01:13.77] Who's says he's going through a thang when ya'll ain't never lied.\n[01:17.15] I gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine.\n[01:20.55] Wicked women using children to live on\n[01:23.91] When I hurt and try to hate cause she knows the thrill is gone\n[01:27.66] Say man I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\n[01:30.81] But niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\n[01:34.28] And niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place,\n[01:37.83] I know cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\n[01:41.48] Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\n[01:44.82] Nigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean\n[01:48.55] Glitter and gleam, and all what it look like\n[01:51.72] So I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n[02:24.61] I see these niggas and days go and come\n[02:27.17] And fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\n[02:29.47] I grab my cess and I split my swisha with my thumb\n[02:31.75] Some of my sweets be tight Now some of my sweets be f**ked up\n[02:34.82] But all of my sweets gonna blow so killa smoke get sucked up\n[02:38.87] I lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\n[02:41.93] But who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\n[02:45.50] I'm puffin' spliffs of hay Still upset about the drama here\n[02:48.83] At this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears... shit.\n[02:52.32] But naturally them f**kin' laws is always after me\n[02:55.87] So I have to be in that manor on that 5-0-3\n[02:59.49] I'm livin' dastardly\n[03:00.80] Must be all about survival G\n[03:02.51] These niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me.\n[03:06.22] They say there has to be another way but I ain't feelin that.\n[03:09.63] They try to steal a lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back.\n[03:13.10] But still the fact remains. It's all about the game swangin' bang\n[03:16.10] Peace to E-S-G and all the victims of the game man\n[03:47.27] I'm flipin' through P.A. I'm tryin' to see some good\n[03:49.96] But everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\n[03:53.74] Niggas frown when you up and smile when you down\n[03:57.21] And when you change for the better shife fools stop comin' around\n[04:00.68] I see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\n[04:03.92] We all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\n[04:07.63] Got to the point where I could not decipher day from night\n[04:10.64] She say she love me but all we do now is f**kin' fight\n[04:14.55] My conscience f**k with me so much I can't eat or sleep\n[04:17.91] The other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\n[04:21.45] And even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\n[04:25.59] Lustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\n[04:29.33] Some get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\n[04:32.87] Some try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\n[04:36.26] But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\n[04:39.59] I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good.\n[05:12.02] So it's your life...\n[05:12.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Diamonds & Wood\n  artist: UGK\n  album: Best Of\n  duration_ms: 315000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm pushin' down the ave. 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I know I'm lookin' good\n  I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n  I'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\n  I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n\n  I'm flip down the ave. you know I'm lookin' tight\n  These jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.\n  Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that,\n  Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\n  Who's says he's going through a thang when ya'll ain't never lied.\n  I gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine.\n  Wicked women using children to live on\n  When I hurt and try to hate cause she knows the thrill is gone\n  Say man I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\n  But niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\n  And niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place,\n  I know cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\n  Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\n  Nigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean\n  Glitter and gleam, and all what it look like\n  So I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n\n  I see these niggas and days go and come\n  And fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\n  I grab my cess and I split my swisha with my thumb\n  Some of my sweets be tight Now some of my sweets be f**ked up\n  But all of my sweets gonna blow so killa smoke get sucked up\n  I lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\n  But who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\n  I'm puffin' spliffs of hay Still upset about the drama here\n  At this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears... shit.\n\n  But naturally them f**kin' laws is always after me\n  So I have to be in that manor on that 5-0-3\n  I'm livin' dastardly\n  Must be all about survival G\n  These niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me.\n  They say there has to be another way but I ain't feelin that.\n  They try to steal a lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back.\n  But still the fact remains. 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I know I'm lookin' good\nI'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n\nI'm flip down the ave. you know I'm lookin' tight\nThese jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.\nWanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that,\nNever let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\nWho's says he's going through a thang when ya'll ain't never lied.\nI gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine.\nWicked women using children to live on\nWhen I hurt and try to hate cause she knows the thrill is gone\nSay man I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\nBut niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\nAnd niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place,\nI know cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\nNow nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\nNigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean\nGlitter and gleam, and all what it look like\nSo I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n\nI see these niggas and days go and come\nAnd fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\nI grab my cess and I split my swisha with my thumb\nSome of my sweets be tight Now some of my sweets be f**ked up\nBut all of my sweets gonna blow so killa smoke get sucked up\nI lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\nBut who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\nI'm puffin' spliffs of hay Still upset about the drama here\nAt this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears... shit.\n\nBut naturally them f**kin' laws is always after me\nSo I have to be in that manor on that 5-0-3\nI'm livin' dastardly\nMust be all about survival G\nThese niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me.\nThey say there has to be another way but I ain't feelin that.\nThey try to steal a lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back.\nBut still the fact remains. It's all about the game swangin' bang\nPeace to E-S-G and all the victims of the game man\n\nI'm flipin' through P.A. I'm tryin' to see some good\nBut everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\nNiggas frown when you up and smile when you down\nAnd when you change for the better shife fools stop comin' around\nI see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\nWe all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\nGot to the point where I could not decipher day from night\nShe say she love me but all we do now is f**kin' fight\nMy conscience f**k with me so much I can't eat or sleep\nThe other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\nAnd even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\nLustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\nSome get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\nSome try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\nBut see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\nI'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good.\n\nSo it's your life...","syncedLyrics":"[00:47.55] I'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\n[00:49.68] I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n[00:53.05] I'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\n[00:56.22] I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n[01:00.32] I'm flip down the ave. you know I'm lookin' tight\n[01:03.09] These jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.\n[01:06.77] Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that,\n[01:10.34] Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\n[01:13.77] Who's says he's going through a thang when ya'll ain't never lied.\n[01:17.15] I gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine.\n[01:20.55] Wicked women using children to live on\n[01:23.91] When I hurt and try to hate cause she knows the thrill is gone\n[01:27.66] Say man I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\n[01:30.81] But niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\n[01:34.28] And niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place,\n[01:37.83] I know cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\n[01:41.48] Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\n[01:44.82] Nigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean\n[01:48.55] Glitter and gleam, and all what it look like\n[01:51.72] So I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n[02:24.61] I see these niggas and days go and come\n[02:27.17] And fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\n[02:29.47] I grab my cess and I split my swisha with my thumb\n[02:31.75] Some of my sweets be tight Now some of my sweets be f**ked up\n[02:34.82] But all of my sweets gonna blow so killa smoke get sucked up\n[02:38.87] I lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\n[02:41.93] But who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\n[02:45.50] I'm puffin' spliffs of hay Still upset about the drama here\n[02:48.83] At this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears... shit.\n[02:52.32] But naturally them f**kin' laws is always after me\n[02:55.87] So I have to be in that manor on that 5-0-3\n[02:59.49] I'm livin' dastardly\n[03:00.80] Must be all about survival G\n[03:02.51] These niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me.\n[03:06.22] They say there has to be another way but I ain't feelin that.\n[03:09.63] They try to steal a lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back.\n[03:13.10] But still the fact remains. It's all about the game swangin' bang\n[03:16.10] Peace to E-S-G and all the victims of the game man\n[03:47.27] I'm flipin' through P.A. I'm tryin' to see some good\n[03:49.96] But everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\n[03:53.74] Niggas frown when you up and smile when you down\n[03:57.21] And when you change for the better shife fools stop comin' around\n[04:00.68] I see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\n[04:03.92] We all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\n[04:07.63] Got to the point where I could not decipher day from night\n[04:10.64] She say she love me but all we do now is f**kin' fight\n[04:14.55] My conscience f**k with me so much I can't eat or sleep\n[04:17.91] The other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\n[04:21.45] And even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\n[04:25.59] Lustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\n[04:29.33] Some get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\n[04:32.87] Some try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\n[04:36.26] But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\n[04:39.59] I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good.\n[05:12.02] So it's your life...\n[05:12.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Diamonds & Wood\n  artist: UGK\n  album: Chapter 015. 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I know I'm lookin' good\n  I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n  I'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\n  I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n\n  I'm flip down the ave. you know I'm lookin' tight\n  These jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.\n  Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that,\n  Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\n  Who's says he's going through a thang when ya'll ain't never lied.\n  I gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine.\n  Wicked women using children to live on\n  When I hurt and try to hate cause she knows the thrill is gone\n  Say man I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\n  But niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\n  And niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place,\n  I know cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\n  Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\n  Nigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean\n  Glitter and gleam, and all what it look like\n  So I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n\n  I see these niggas and days go and come\n  And fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\n  I grab my cess and I split my swisha with my thumb\n  Some of my sweets be tight Now some of my sweets be f**ked up\n  But all of my sweets gonna blow so killa smoke get sucked up\n  I lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\n  But who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\n  I'm puffin' spliffs of hay Still upset about the drama here\n  At this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears... shit.\n\n  But naturally them f**kin' laws is always after me\n  So I have to be in that manor on that 5-0-3\n  I'm livin' dastardly\n  Must be all about survival G\n  These niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me.\n  They say there has to be another way but I ain't feelin that.\n  They try to steal a lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back.\n  But still the fact remains. 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I know I'm lookin' good\nI'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\nI'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\nI'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n\nI'm flip down the ave. you know I'm lookin' tight\nThese jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.\nWanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that,\nNever let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\nWho's says he's going through a thang when ya'll ain't never lied.\nI gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine.\nWicked women using children to live on\nWhen I hurt and try to hate cause she knows the thrill is gone\nSay man I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\nBut niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\nAnd niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place,\nI know cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\nNow nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\nNigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean\nGlitter and gleam, and all what it look like\nSo I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n\nI see these niggas and days go and come\nAnd fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\nI grab my cess and I split my swisha with my thumb\nSome of my sweets be tight Now some of my sweets be f**ked up\nBut all of my sweets gonna blow so killa smoke get sucked up\nI lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\nBut who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\nI'm puffin' spliffs of hay Still upset about the drama here\nAt this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears... shit.\n\nBut naturally them f**kin' laws is always after me\nSo I have to be in that manor on that 5-0-3\nI'm livin' dastardly\nMust be all about survival G\nThese niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me.\nThey say there has to be another way but I ain't feelin that.\nThey try to steal a lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back.\nBut still the fact remains. It's all about the game swangin' bang\nPeace to E-S-G and all the victims of the game man\n\nI'm flipin' through P.A. I'm tryin' to see some good\nBut everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\nNiggas frown when you up and smile when you down\nAnd when you change for the better shife fools stop comin' around\nI see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\nWe all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\nGot to the point where I could not decipher day from night\nShe say she love me but all we do now is f**kin' fight\nMy conscience f**k with me so much I can't eat or sleep\nThe other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\nAnd even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\nLustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\nSome get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\nSome try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\nBut see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\nI'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good.\n\nSo it's your life...","syncedLyrics":"[00:47.55] I'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\n[00:49.68] I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n[00:53.05] I'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\n[00:56.22] I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n[01:00.32] I'm flip down the ave. you know I'm lookin' tight\n[01:03.09] These jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.\n[01:06.77] Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that,\n[01:10.34] Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\n[01:13.77] Who's says he's going through a thang when ya'll ain't never lied.\n[01:17.15] I gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine.\n[01:20.55] Wicked women using children to live on\n[01:23.91] When I hurt and try to hate cause she knows the thrill is gone\n[01:27.66] Say man I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\n[01:30.81] But niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\n[01:34.28] And niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place,\n[01:37.83] I know cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\n[01:41.48] Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\n[01:44.82] Nigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean\n[01:48.55] Glitter and gleam, and all what it look like\n[01:51.72] So I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n[02:24.61] I see these niggas and days go and come\n[02:27.17] And fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\n[02:29.47] I grab my cess and I split my swisha with my thumb\n[02:31.75] Some of my sweets be tight Now some of my sweets be f**ked up\n[02:34.82] But all of my sweets gonna blow so killa smoke get sucked up\n[02:38.87] I lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\n[02:41.93] But who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\n[02:45.50] I'm puffin' spliffs of hay Still upset about the drama here\n[02:48.83] At this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears... shit.\n[02:52.32] But naturally them f**kin' laws is always after me\n[02:55.87] So I have to be in that manor on that 5-0-3\n[02:59.49] I'm livin' dastardly\n[03:00.80] Must be all about survival G\n[03:02.51] These niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me.\n[03:06.22] They say there has to be another way but I ain't feelin that.\n[03:09.63] They try to steal a lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back.\n[03:13.10] But still the fact remains. It's all about the game swangin' bang\n[03:16.10] Peace to E-S-G and all the victims of the game man\n[03:47.27] I'm flipin' through P.A. I'm tryin' to see some good\n[03:49.96] But everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\n[03:53.74] Niggas frown when you up and smile when you down\n[03:57.21] And when you change for the better shife fools stop comin' around\n[04:00.68] I see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\n[04:03.92] We all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\n[04:07.63] Got to the point where I could not decipher day from night\n[04:10.64] She say she love me but all we do now is f**kin' fight\n[04:14.55] My conscience f**k with me so much I can't eat or sleep\n[04:17.91] The other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\n[04:21.45] And even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\n[04:25.59] Lustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\n[04:29.33] Some get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\n[04:32.87] Some try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\n[04:36.26] But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\n[04:39.59] I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good.\n[05:12.02] So it's your life...\n[05:12.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Diamonds & Wood\n  artist: UGK\n  album: Chapter 024. 9 Months Later\n  duration_ms: 254955\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm pushin' down the ave. 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I know I'm lookin' good\nI'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\nI'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\nI'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n\nI'm flip down the ave. you know I'm lookin' tight\nThese jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.\nWanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that,\nNever let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\nWho's says he's going through a thang when ya'll ain't never lied.\nI gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine.\nWicked women using children to live on\nWhen I hurt and try to hate cause she knows the thrill is gone\nSay man I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\nBut niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\nAnd niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place,\nI know cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\nNow nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\nNigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean\nGlitter and gleam, and all what it look like\nSo I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n\nI see these niggas and days go and come\nAnd fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\nI grab my cess and I split my swisha with my thumb\nSome of my sweets be tight Now some of my sweets be f**ked up\nBut all of my sweets gonna blow so killa smoke get sucked up\nI lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\nBut who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\nI'm puffin' spliffs of hay Still upset about the drama here\nAt this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears... shit.\n\nBut naturally them f**kin' laws is always after me\nSo I have to be in that manor on that 5-0-3\nI'm livin' dastardly\nMust be all about survival G\nThese niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me.\nThey say there has to be another way but I ain't feelin that.\nThey try to steal a lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back.\nBut still the fact remains. It's all about the game swangin' bang\nPeace to E-S-G and all the victims of the game man\n\nI'm flipin' through P.A. I'm tryin' to see some good\nBut everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\nNiggas frown when you up and smile when you down\nAnd when you change for the better shife fools stop comin' around\nI see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\nWe all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\nGot to the point where I could not decipher day from night\nShe say she love me but all we do now is f**kin' fight\nMy conscience f**k with me so much I can't eat or sleep\nThe other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\nAnd even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\nLustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\nSome get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\nSome try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\nBut see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\nI'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good.\n\nSo it's your life...","syncedLyrics":"[00:47.55] I'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\n[00:49.68] I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n[00:53.05] I'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\n[00:56.22] I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n[01:00.32] I'm flip down the ave. you know I'm lookin' tight\n[01:03.09] These jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.\n[01:06.77] Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that,\n[01:10.34] Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\n[01:13.77] Who's says he's going through a thang when ya'll ain't never lied.\n[01:17.15] I gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine.\n[01:20.55] Wicked women using children to live on\n[01:23.91] When I hurt and try to hate cause she knows the thrill is gone\n[01:27.66] Say man I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\n[01:30.81] But niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\n[01:34.28] And niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place,\n[01:37.83] I know cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\n[01:41.48] Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\n[01:44.82] Nigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean\n[01:48.55] Glitter and gleam, and all what it look like\n[01:51.72] So I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n[02:24.61] I see these niggas and days go and come\n[02:27.17] And fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\n[02:29.47] I grab my cess and I split my swisha with my thumb\n[02:31.75] Some of my sweets be tight Now some of my sweets be f**ked up\n[02:34.82] But all of my sweets gonna blow so killa smoke get sucked up\n[02:38.87] I lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\n[02:41.93] But who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\n[02:45.50] I'm puffin' spliffs of hay Still upset about the drama here\n[02:48.83] At this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears... shit.\n[02:52.32] But naturally them f**kin' laws is always after me\n[02:55.87] So I have to be in that manor on that 5-0-3\n[02:59.49] I'm livin' dastardly\n[03:00.80] Must be all about survival G\n[03:02.51] These niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me.\n[03:06.22] They say there has to be another way but I ain't feelin that.\n[03:09.63] They try to steal a lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back.\n[03:13.10] But still the fact remains. It's all about the game swangin' bang\n[03:16.10] Peace to E-S-G and all the victims of the game man\n[03:47.27] I'm flipin' through P.A. I'm tryin' to see some good\n[03:49.96] But everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\n[03:53.74] Niggas frown when you up and smile when you down\n[03:57.21] And when you change for the better shife fools stop comin' around\n[04:00.68] I see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\n[04:03.92] We all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\n[04:07.63] Got to the point where I could not decipher day from night\n[04:10.64] She say she love me but all we do now is f**kin' fight\n[04:14.55] My conscience f**k with me so much I can't eat or sleep\n[04:17.91] The other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\n[04:21.45] And even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\n[04:25.59] Lustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\n[04:29.33] Some get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\n[04:32.87] Some try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\n[04:36.26] But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\n[04:39.59] I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good.\n[05:12.02] So it's your life...\n[05:12.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Diamonds & Wood\n  artist: UGK\n  album: Next Episode\n  duration_ms: 445179\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm pushin' down the ave. 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I know I'm lookin' good\n  I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n  I'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\n  I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n\n  I'm flip down the ave. you know I'm lookin' tight\n  These jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.\n  Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that,\n  Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\n  Who's says he's going through a thang when ya'll ain't never lied.\n  I gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine.\n  Wicked women using children to live on\n  When I hurt and try to hate cause she knows the thrill is gone\n  Say man I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\n  But niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\n  And niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place,\n  I know cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\n  Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\n  Nigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean\n  Glitter and gleam, and all what it look like\n  So I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n\n  I see these niggas and days go and come\n  And fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\n  I grab my cess and I split my swisha with my thumb\n  Some of my sweets be tight Now some of my sweets be f**ked up\n  But all of my sweets gonna blow so killa smoke get sucked up\n  I lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\n  But who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\n  I'm puffin' spliffs of hay Still upset about the drama here\n  At this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears... shit.\n\n  But naturally them f**kin' laws is always after me\n  So I have to be in that manor on that 5-0-3\n  I'm livin' dastardly\n  Must be all about survival G\n  These niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me.\n  They say there has to be another way but I ain't feelin that.\n  They try to steal a lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back.\n  But still the fact remains. 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I know I'm lookin' good\nI'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\nI'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\nI'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n\nI'm flip down the ave. you know I'm lookin' tight\nThese jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.\nWanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that,\nNever let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\nWho's says he's going through a thang when ya'll ain't never lied.\nI gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine.\nWicked women using children to live on\nWhen I hurt and try to hate cause she knows the thrill is gone\nSay man I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\nBut niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\nAnd niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place,\nI know cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\nNow nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\nNigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean\nGlitter and gleam, and all what it look like\nSo I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n\nI see these niggas and days go and come\nAnd fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\nI grab my cess and I split my swisha with my thumb\nSome of my sweets be tight Now some of my sweets be f**ked up\nBut all of my sweets gonna blow so killa smoke get sucked up\nI lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\nBut who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\nI'm puffin' spliffs of hay Still upset about the drama here\nAt this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears... shit.\n\nBut naturally them f**kin' laws is always after me\nSo I have to be in that manor on that 5-0-3\nI'm livin' dastardly\nMust be all about survival G\nThese niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me.\nThey say there has to be another way but I ain't feelin that.\nThey try to steal a lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back.\nBut still the fact remains. It's all about the game swangin' bang\nPeace to E-S-G and all the victims of the game man\n\nI'm flipin' through P.A. I'm tryin' to see some good\nBut everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\nNiggas frown when you up and smile when you down\nAnd when you change for the better shife fools stop comin' around\nI see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\nWe all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\nGot to the point where I could not decipher day from night\nShe say she love me but all we do now is f**kin' fight\nMy conscience f**k with me so much I can't eat or sleep\nThe other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\nAnd even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\nLustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\nSome get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\nSome try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\nBut see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\nI'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good.\n\nSo it's your life...","syncedLyrics":"[00:47.55] I'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\n[00:49.68] I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n[00:53.05] I'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\n[00:56.22] I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n[01:00.32] I'm flip down the ave. you know I'm lookin' tight\n[01:03.09] These jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.\n[01:06.77] Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that,\n[01:10.34] Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\n[01:13.77] Who's says he's going through a thang when ya'll ain't never lied.\n[01:17.15] I gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine.\n[01:20.55] Wicked women using children to live on\n[01:23.91] When I hurt and try to hate cause she knows the thrill is gone\n[01:27.66] Say man I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\n[01:30.81] But niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\n[01:34.28] And niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place,\n[01:37.83] I know cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\n[01:41.48] Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\n[01:44.82] Nigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean\n[01:48.55] Glitter and gleam, and all what it look like\n[01:51.72] So I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n[02:24.61] I see these niggas and days go and come\n[02:27.17] And fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\n[02:29.47] I grab my cess and I split my swisha with my thumb\n[02:31.75] Some of my sweets be tight Now some of my sweets be f**ked up\n[02:34.82] But all of my sweets gonna blow so killa smoke get sucked up\n[02:38.87] I lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\n[02:41.93] But who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\n[02:45.50] I'm puffin' spliffs of hay Still upset about the drama here\n[02:48.83] At this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears... shit.\n[02:52.32] But naturally them f**kin' laws is always after me\n[02:55.87] So I have to be in that manor on that 5-0-3\n[02:59.49] I'm livin' dastardly\n[03:00.80] Must be all about survival G\n[03:02.51] These niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me.\n[03:06.22] They say there has to be another way but I ain't feelin that.\n[03:09.63] They try to steal a lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back.\n[03:13.10] But still the fact remains. It's all about the game swangin' bang\n[03:16.10] Peace to E-S-G and all the victims of the game man\n[03:47.27] I'm flipin' through P.A. I'm tryin' to see some good\n[03:49.96] But everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\n[03:53.74] Niggas frown when you up and smile when you down\n[03:57.21] And when you change for the better shife fools stop comin' around\n[04:00.68] I see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\n[04:03.92] We all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\n[04:07.63] Got to the point where I could not decipher day from night\n[04:10.64] She say she love me but all we do now is f**kin' fight\n[04:14.55] My conscience f**k with me so much I can't eat or sleep\n[04:17.91] The other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\n[04:21.45] And even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\n[04:25.59] Lustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\n[04:29.33] Some get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\n[04:32.87] Some try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\n[04:36.26] But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\n[04:39.59] I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good.\n[05:12.02] So it's your life...\n[05:12.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Diamonds & Wood\n  artist: UGK\n  album: Top 100 Rap Songs From Last 10 Years (2005)\n  duration_ms: 281000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm pushin' down the ave. 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I know I'm lookin' good\n  I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n  I'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\n  I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n\n  I'm flip down the ave. you know I'm lookin' tight\n  These jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.\n  Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that,\n  Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\n  Who's says he's going through a thang when ya'll ain't never lied.\n  I gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine.\n  Wicked women using children to live on\n  When I hurt and try to hate cause she knows the thrill is gone\n  Say man I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\n  But niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\n  And niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place,\n  I know cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\n  Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\n  Nigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean\n  Glitter and gleam, and all what it look like\n  So I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n\n  I see these niggas and days go and come\n  And fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\n  I grab my cess and I split my swisha with my thumb\n  Some of my sweets be tight Now some of my sweets be f**ked up\n  But all of my sweets gonna blow so killa smoke get sucked up\n  I lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\n  But who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\n  I'm puffin' spliffs of hay Still upset about the drama here\n  At this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears... shit.\n\n  But naturally them f**kin' laws is always after me\n  So I have to be in that manor on that 5-0-3\n  I'm livin' dastardly\n  Must be all about survival G\n  These niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me.\n  They say there has to be another way but I ain't feelin that.\n  They try to steal a lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back.\n  But still the fact remains. 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I know I'm lookin' good\nI'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\nI'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\nI'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n\nI'm flip down the ave. you know I'm lookin' tight\nThese jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.\nWanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that,\nNever let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\nWho's says he's going through a thang when ya'll ain't never lied.\nI gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine.\nWicked women using children to live on\nWhen I hurt and try to hate cause she knows the thrill is gone\nSay man I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\nBut niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\nAnd niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place,\nI know cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\nNow nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\nNigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean\nGlitter and gleam, and all what it look like\nSo I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n\nI see these niggas and days go and come\nAnd fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\nI grab my cess and I split my swisha with my thumb\nSome of my sweets be tight Now some of my sweets be f**ked up\nBut all of my sweets gonna blow so killa smoke get sucked up\nI lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\nBut who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\nI'm puffin' spliffs of hay Still upset about the drama here\nAt this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears... shit.\n\nBut naturally them f**kin' laws is always after me\nSo I have to be in that manor on that 5-0-3\nI'm livin' dastardly\nMust be all about survival G\nThese niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me.\nThey say there has to be another way but I ain't feelin that.\nThey try to steal a lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back.\nBut still the fact remains. It's all about the game swangin' bang\nPeace to E-S-G and all the victims of the game man\n\nI'm flipin' through P.A. I'm tryin' to see some good\nBut everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\nNiggas frown when you up and smile when you down\nAnd when you change for the better shife fools stop comin' around\nI see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\nWe all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\nGot to the point where I could not decipher day from night\nShe say she love me but all we do now is f**kin' fight\nMy conscience f**k with me so much I can't eat or sleep\nThe other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\nAnd even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\nLustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\nSome get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\nSome try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\nBut see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\nI'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good.\n\nSo it's your life...","syncedLyrics":"[00:47.55] I'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\n[00:49.68] I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n[00:53.05] I'm pushin' down the ave. I know I'm lookin' good\n[00:56.22] I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n[01:00.32] I'm flip down the ave. you know I'm lookin' tight\n[01:03.09] These jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.\n[01:06.77] Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that,\n[01:10.34] Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\n[01:13.77] Who's says he's going through a thang when ya'll ain't never lied.\n[01:17.15] I gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine.\n[01:20.55] Wicked women using children to live on\n[01:23.91] When I hurt and try to hate cause she knows the thrill is gone\n[01:27.66] Say man I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\n[01:30.81] But niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\n[01:34.28] And niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place,\n[01:37.83] I know cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\n[01:41.48] Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\n[01:44.82] Nigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean\n[01:48.55] Glitter and gleam, and all what it look like\n[01:51.72] So I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n[02:24.61] I see these niggas and days go and come\n[02:27.17] And fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\n[02:29.47] I grab my cess and I split my swisha with my thumb\n[02:31.75] Some of my sweets be tight Now some of my sweets be f**ked up\n[02:34.82] But all of my sweets gonna blow so killa smoke get sucked up\n[02:38.87] I lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\n[02:41.93] But who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\n[02:45.50] I'm puffin' spliffs of hay Still upset about the drama here\n[02:48.83] At this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears... shit.\n[02:52.32] But naturally them f**kin' laws is always after me\n[02:55.87] So I have to be in that manor on that 5-0-3\n[02:59.49] I'm livin' dastardly\n[03:00.80] Must be all about survival G\n[03:02.51] These niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me.\n[03:06.22] They say there has to be another way but I ain't feelin that.\n[03:09.63] They try to steal a lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back.\n[03:13.10] But still the fact remains. It's all about the game swangin' bang\n[03:16.10] Peace to E-S-G and all the victims of the game man\n[03:47.27] I'm flipin' through P.A. I'm tryin' to see some good\n[03:49.96] But everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\n[03:53.74] Niggas frown when you up and smile when you down\n[03:57.21] And when you change for the better shife fools stop comin' around\n[04:00.68] I see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\n[04:03.92] We all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\n[04:07.63] Got to the point where I could not decipher day from night\n[04:10.64] She say she love me but all we do now is f**kin' fight\n[04:14.55] My conscience f**k with me so much I can't eat or sleep\n[04:17.91] The other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\n[04:21.45] And even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\n[04:25.59] Lustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\n[04:29.33] Some get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\n[04:32.87] Some try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\n[04:36.26] But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\n[04:39.59] I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good.\n[05:12.02] So it's your life...\n[05:12.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Diamonds & Wood\n  artist: UGK\n  album: Chopped & Screwed\n  duration_ms: 277107\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm pushin' down the ave. 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I know I'm lookin' good\n  I'm bangin' screw nigga diamonds up against that wood.\n\n  I'm flip down the ave. you know I'm lookin' tight\n  These jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.\n  Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that,\n  Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\n  Who's says he's going through a thang when ya'll ain't never lied.\n  I gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine.\n  Wicked women using children to live on\n  When I hurt and try to hate cause she knows the thrill is gone\n  Say man I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\n  But niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\n  And niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place,\n  I know cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\n  Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\n  Nigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean\n  Glitter and gleam, and all what it look like\n  So I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n\n  I see these niggas and days go and come\n  And fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\n  I grab my cess and I split my swisha with my thumb\n  Some of my sweets be tight Now some of my sweets be f**ked up\n  But all of my sweets gonna blow so killa smoke get sucked up\n  I lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\n  But who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\n  I'm puffin' spliffs of hay Still upset about the drama here\n  At this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears... shit.\n\n  But naturally them f**kin' laws is always after me\n  So I have to be in that manor on that 5-0-3\n  I'm livin' dastardly\n  Must be all about survival G\n  These niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me.\n  They say there has to be another way but I ain't feelin that.\n  They try to steal a lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back.\n  But still the fact remains. 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nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n(I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good)\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good (uh)\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n\nSo, it's your life","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.15] Niggas in here, man, they outta sight, and what's fucked up about it\n[00:07.00] The motherfuckers from your own city\n[00:08.98] Your little town or whatever, you know what I'm sayin'\n[00:10.96] Them be the worst ones\n[00:14.28] Niggas in here, man, can't stand to see a nigga havin' nothin', nigga\n[00:17.74] I be eatin' free world steak and shrimp and shit like that, know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:22.88] Chokin' like a motherfucker got a bone in his throat\n[00:26.72] On that smin-oke, they can't stand it, 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nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[02:23.15] I fli-, I flips down the Ave.\n[02:25.00] I see these niggas and days go and come\n[02:26.85] And for me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\n[02:29.29] I grab my sess and I split my swisha with my thumb\n[02:31.77] Some of my sweets be tight, now some of my sweets be fucked up\n[02:35.08] But all of my sweets gonna blow, so killa smoke get sucked up\n[02:38.39] I lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\n[02:41.90] But who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\n[02:45.23] I'm puffin' spliffs of hay, still upset about the drama here\n[02:48.87] At this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears, shit\n[02:52.56] But naturally them fuckin' laws is always after me\n[02:55.86] So I have to be in that manor on that 503\n[02:59.11] I'm livin' dastardly, must be all about survival, G\n[03:02.74] These niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me\n[03:06.02] They say there has to be 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I'm tryin' to see some good\n[03:49.90] But everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\n[03:53.72] Niggas frown when you up and smile when you down\n[03:56.79] And when you change for the better, shife fools stop comin' around\n[04:00.16] I see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\n[04:03.62] We all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\n[04:07.33] Got to the point where I could not decipher day from night\n[04:10.65] She say she love me but all we do now is fuckin' fight\n[04:14.30] My conscience fuck with me so much I can't eat or sleep\n[04:17.61] The other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\n[04:21.24] And even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\n[04:25.50] Lustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\n[04:29.04] Some get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\n[04:32.62] Some try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\n[04:36.07] But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the 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steak and shrimp and shit like that, know what I'm sayin'?\nChokin' like a motherfucker got a bone in his throat\nOn that smin-oke, they can't stand it, you know?\nBut fuck 'em\n\nYeah, huh\nComing down\nDedicated to them boys riding slab\n\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave', know I'm looking good\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave', know I'm looking good\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\nI fli-, I fli-\n\nI flip down the Ave., you know I'm looking tight\nThese jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife\nWanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that\nNever let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\nWho's says he's going through a thang when y'all ain't never lied\nI gotta a baby, but it's momma act like he ain't mine\nWicked women using children to live on\nWhen I hurt and try to hate, 'cause she knows the thrill is gone\n\nSay man, I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\nBut niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\nAnd niggas talk a lot of shit in a safe place\nI know 'cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\nNow nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\nNigga, I ride dirty every day, but still I shine so clean\nGlitter and gleam, and all what it look like\nSo I keep swangin', I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave.\n\nI see these niggas and days go and come\nAnd for me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\nI grab my sess and I split my swisha 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know I'm looking good\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave.\n\nI'm flipin' through P.A. 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nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n(I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good)\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good (uh)\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n\nSo, it's your life","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.15] Niggas in here, man, they outta sight, and what's fucked up about it\n[00:07.00] The motherfuckers from your own city\n[00:08.98] Your little town or whatever, you know what I'm sayin'\n[00:10.96] Them be the worst ones\n[00:14.28] Niggas in here, man, can't stand to see a nigga havin' nothin', nigga\n[00:17.74] I be eatin' free world steak and shrimp and shit like that, know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:22.88] Chokin' like a motherfucker got a bone in his throat\n[00:26.72] On that smin-oke, they can't stand it, 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nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[02:23.15] I fli-, I flips down the Ave.\n[02:25.00] I see these niggas and days go and come\n[02:26.85] And for me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\n[02:29.29] I grab my sess and I split my swisha with my thumb\n[02:31.77] Some of my sweets be tight, now some of my sweets be fucked up\n[02:35.08] But all of my sweets gonna blow, so killa smoke get sucked up\n[02:38.39] I lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\n[02:41.90] But who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\n[02:45.23] I'm puffin' spliffs of hay, still upset about the drama here\n[02:48.87] At this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears, shit\n[02:52.56] But naturally them fuckin' laws is always after me\n[02:55.86] So I have to be in that manor on that 503\n[02:59.11] I'm livin' dastardly, must be all about survival, G\n[03:02.74] These niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me\n[03:06.02] They say there has to be 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I'm tryin' to see some good\n[03:49.90] But everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\n[03:53.72] Niggas frown when you up and smile when you down\n[03:56.79] And when you change for the better, shife fools stop comin' around\n[04:00.16] I see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\n[04:03.62] We all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\n[04:07.33] Got to the point where I could not decipher day from night\n[04:10.65] She say she love me but all we do now is fuckin' fight\n[04:14.30] My conscience fuck with me so much I can't eat or sleep\n[04:17.61] The other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\n[04:21.24] And even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\n[04:25.50] Lustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\n[04:29.04] Some get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\n[04:32.62] Some try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\n[04:36.07] But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\n[04:39.52] I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good\n[04:42.03] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good (uh)\n[04:45.53] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[04:47.73] (I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good)\n[04:48.81] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good (uh)\n[04:52.45] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[04:56.08] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[04:59.31] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[05:03.18] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[05:06.48] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[05:10.76] So, it's your life\n[05:12.65] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Diamonds And Wood\n  artist: UGK\n  album: Diary of the Originator\n  duration_ms: 431000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Niggas in here, man, they outta sight, and what's fucked up about it\n  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and shit like that, know what I'm sayin'?\n  Chokin' like a motherfucker got a bone in his throat\n  On that smin-oke, they can't stand it, you know?\n  But fuck 'em\n\n  Yeah, huh\n  Coming down\n  Dedicated to them boys riding slab\n\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave', know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave', know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I fli-\n\n  I flip down the Ave., you know I'm looking tight\n  These jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife\n  Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that\n  Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\n  Who's says he's going through a thang when y'all ain't never lied\n  I gotta a baby, but it's momma act like he ain't mine\n  Wicked women using children to live on\n  When I hurt and try to hate, 'cause she knows the thrill is gone\n\n  Say man, I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\n  But niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\n  And niggas talk a lot of shit in a safe place\n  I know 'cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\n  Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\n  Nigga, I ride dirty every day, but still I shine so clean\n  Glitter and gleam, and all what it look like\n  So I keep swangin', I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave.\n\n  I see these niggas and days go and come\n  And for me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\n  I grab my sess and I split my swisha with my thumb\n  Some of my sweets be tight, now some of my sweets be fucked up\n  But all of my sweets gonna blow, so killa smoke get sucked up\n  I lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\n  But who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\n  I'm puffin' spliffs of hay, still upset about the drama here\n  At this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears, shit\n\n  But naturally them fuckin' laws is always after me\n  So I have to be in that manor on that 503\n  I'm livin' dastardly, must be all about survival, G\n  These niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me\n  They say there has to be another way, but I ain't feelin' that\n  They try to steal a 'Lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back\n  But still, the fact remains, it's all about the game swangin' bang\n  Peace to E-S-G and all the victims of the game man\n\n  I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  I'm 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I'm tryin' to see some good\n  But everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\n  Niggas frown when you up and smile when you down\n  And when you change for the better, shife fools stop comin' around\n  I see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\n  We all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\n  Got to the point where I could not decipher day from night\n  She say she love me but all we do now is fuckin' fight\n\n  My conscience fuck with me so much I can't eat or sleep\n  The other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\n  And even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\n  Lustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\n  Some get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\n  Some try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\n  But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\n  I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good\n\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good (uh)\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  (I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good)\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good (uh)\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n\n  So, it's your life\n"},{"id":19162020,"name":"Diamonds And Wood","trackName":"Diamonds And Wood","artistName":"UGK","albumName":"Chapter 201. 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I'm tryin' to see some good\nBut everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\nNiggas frown when you up and smile when you down\nAnd when you change for the better, shife fools stop comin' around\nI see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\nWe all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\nGot to the point where I could not decipher day from night\nShe say she love me but all we do now is fuckin' fight\n\nMy conscience fuck with me so much I can't eat or sleep\nThe other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\nAnd even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\nLustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\nSome get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\nSome try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\nBut see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\nI'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good\n\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good (uh)\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n(I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good)\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good (uh)\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\nI fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\nI'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n\nSo, it's your life","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.15] Niggas in here, man, they outta sight, and what's fucked up about it\n[00:07.00] The motherfuckers from your own city\n[00:08.98] Your little town or whatever, you know what I'm sayin'\n[00:10.96] Them be the worst ones\n[00:14.28] Niggas in here, man, can't stand to see a nigga havin' nothin', nigga\n[00:17.74] I be eatin' free world steak and shrimp and shit like that, know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:22.88] Chokin' like a motherfucker got a bone in his throat\n[00:26.72] On that smin-oke, they can't stand it, you know?\n[00:31.25] But fuck 'em\n[00:37.06] Yeah, huh\n[00:40.71] Coming down\n[00:43.25] Dedicated to them boys riding slab\n[00:45.75] I fli-, I flips down the Ave', know I'm looking good\n[00:49.13] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[00:52.48] I fli-, I flips down the Ave', know I'm looking good\n[00:55.94] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[00:59.90] I fli-, I fli-\n[01:00.32] I flip down the Ave., you know I'm looking tight\n[01:03.04] These jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife\n[01:06.58] Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that\n[01:09.85] Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\n[01:13.44] Who's says he's going through a thang when y'all ain't never lied\n[01:17.13] I gotta a baby, but it's momma act like he ain't mine\n[01:20.88] Wicked women using children to live on\n[01:23.95] When I hurt and try to hate, 'cause she knows the thrill is gone\n[01:27.35] Say man, I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\n[01:30.87] But niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\n[01:34.22] And niggas talk a lot of shit in a safe place\n[01:37.81] I know 'cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\n[01:41.41] Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\n[01:44.84] Nigga, I ride dirty every day, but still I shine so clean\n[01:48.36] Glitter and gleam, and all what it look like\n[01:51.72] So I keep swangin', I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n[01:55.12] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[01:58.83] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[02:02.01] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[02:05.77] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[02:09.13] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[02:12.64] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[02:15.94] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[02:19.38] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[02:23.15] I fli-, I flips down the Ave.\n[02:25.00] I see these niggas and days go and come\n[02:26.85] And for me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\n[02:29.29] I grab my sess and I split my swisha with my thumb\n[02:31.77] Some of my sweets be tight, now some of my sweets be fucked up\n[02:35.08] But all of my sweets gonna blow, so killa smoke get sucked up\n[02:38.39] I lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\n[02:41.90] But who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\n[02:45.23] I'm puffin' spliffs of hay, still upset about the drama here\n[02:48.87] At this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears, shit\n[02:52.56] But naturally them fuckin' laws is always after me\n[02:55.86] So I have to be in that manor on that 503\n[02:59.11] I'm livin' dastardly, must be all about survival, G\n[03:02.74] These niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me\n[03:06.02] They say there has to be another way, but I ain't feelin' that\n[03:09.67] They try to steal a 'Lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back\n[03:12.91] But still, the fact remains, it's all about the game swangin' bang\n[03:16.65] Peace to E-S-G and all the victims of the game man\n[03:19.18] I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[03:22.13] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[03:25.59] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[03:29.15] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[03:32.46] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[03:35.91] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[03:39.38] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[03:42.97] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[03:46.49] I fli-, I flips down the Ave.\n[03:47.21] I'm flipin' through P.A. I'm tryin' to see some good\n[03:49.90] But everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\n[03:53.72] Niggas frown when you up and smile when you down\n[03:56.79] And when you change for the better, shife fools stop comin' around\n[04:00.16] I see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\n[04:03.62] We all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\n[04:07.33] Got to the point where I could not decipher day from night\n[04:10.65] She say she love me but all we do now is fuckin' fight\n[04:14.30] My conscience fuck with me so much I can't eat or sleep\n[04:17.61] The other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\n[04:21.24] And even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\n[04:25.50] Lustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\n[04:29.04] Some get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\n[04:32.62] Some try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\n[04:36.07] But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\n[04:39.52] I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good\n[04:42.03] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good (uh)\n[04:45.53] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[04:47.73] (I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good)\n[04:48.81] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good (uh)\n[04:52.45] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[04:56.08] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[04:59.31] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[05:03.18] I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n[05:06.48] I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n[05:10.76] So, it's your life\n[05:12.65] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Diamonds And Wood\n  artist: UGK\n  album: Chapter 201. 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and shit like that, know what I'm sayin'?\n  Chokin' like a motherfucker got a bone in his throat\n  On that smin-oke, they can't stand it, you know?\n  But fuck 'em\n\n  Yeah, huh\n  Coming down\n  Dedicated to them boys riding slab\n\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave', know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave', know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I fli-\n\n  I flip down the Ave., you know I'm looking tight\n  These jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife\n  Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that\n  Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\n  Who's says he's going through a thang when y'all ain't never lied\n  I gotta a baby, but it's momma act like he ain't mine\n  Wicked women using children to live on\n  When I hurt and try to hate, 'cause she knows the thrill is gone\n\n  Say man, I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\n  But niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\n  And niggas talk a lot of shit in a safe place\n  I know 'cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\n  Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\n  Nigga, I ride dirty every day, but still I shine so clean\n  Glitter and gleam, and all what it look like\n  So I keep swangin', I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave.\n\n  I see these niggas and days go and come\n  And for me just to wake, I'm know 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I'm tryin' to see some good\n  start_ms: 227210\n  end_ms: 229900\n- text: But everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\n  start_ms: 229900\n  end_ms: 233720\n- text: Niggas frown when you up and smile when you down\n  start_ms: 233720\n  end_ms: 236790\n- text: And when you change for the better, shife fools stop comin' around\n  start_ms: 236790\n  end_ms: 240160\n- text: I see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\n  start_ms: 240160\n  end_ms: 243620\n- text: We all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\n  start_ms: 243620\n  end_ms: 247330\n- text: Got to the point where I could not decipher day from night\n  start_ms: 247330\n  end_ms: 250650\n- text: She say she love me but all we do now is fuckin' fight\n  start_ms: 250650\n  end_ms: 254300\n- text: My conscience fuck with me so much I can't eat or sleep\n  start_ms: 254300\n  end_ms: 257610\n- text: The other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\n  start_ms: 257610\n  end_ms: 261240\n- text: And even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\n  start_ms: 261240\n  end_ms: 265500\n- text: Lustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\n  start_ms: 265500\n  end_ms: 269040\n- text: Some get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\n  start_ms: 269040\n  end_ms: 272620\n- text: Some try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\n  start_ms: 272620\n  end_ms: 276070\n- text: But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\n  start_ms: 276070\n  end_ms: 279520\n- text: I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good\n  start_ms: 279520\n  end_ms: 282030\n- text: I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good (uh)\n  start_ms: 282030\n  end_ms: 285530\n- text: I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  start_ms: 285530\n  end_ms: 287730\n- text: (I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good)\n  start_ms: 287730\n  end_ms: 288810\n- text: I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good (uh)\n  start_ms: 288810\n  end_ms: 292450\n- text: I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  start_ms: 292450\n  end_ms: 296080\n- text: I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  start_ms: 296080\n  end_ms: 299310\n- text: I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  start_ms: 299310\n  end_ms: 303180\n- text: I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  start_ms: 303180\n  end_ms: 306480\n- text: I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  start_ms: 306480\n  end_ms: 310760\n- text: So, it's your life\n  start_ms: 310760\n  end_ms: 312650\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 312650\nplain: |-\n  Niggas in here, man, they outta sight, and what's fucked up about it\n  The motherfuckers from your own city\n  Your little town or whatever, you know what I'm sayin'\n  Them be the worst ones\n  Niggas in here, man, can't stand to see a nigga havin' nothin', nigga\n  I be eatin' free world steak and shrimp and shit like that, know what I'm sayin'?\n  Chokin' like a motherfucker got a bone in his throat\n  On that smin-oke, they can't stand it, you know?\n  But fuck 'em\n\n  Yeah, huh\n  Coming down\n  Dedicated to them boys riding slab\n\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave', know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave', know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I fli-\n\n  I flip down the Ave., you know I'm looking tight\n  These jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife\n  Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that\n  Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that\n  Who's says he's going through a thang when y'all ain't never lied\n  I gotta a baby, but it's momma act like he ain't mine\n  Wicked women using children to live on\n  When I hurt and try to hate, 'cause she knows the thrill is gone\n\n  Say man, I stop smokin' with haters back in '94\n  But niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door\n  And niggas talk a lot of shit in a safe place\n  I know 'cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face\n  Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean\n  Nigga, I ride dirty every day, but still I shine so clean\n  Glitter and gleam, and all what it look like\n  So I keep swangin', I hear clanging tryin' to live my life\n\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave.\n\n  I see these niggas and days go and come\n  And for me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed\n  I grab my sess and I split my swisha with my thumb\n  Some of my sweets be tight, now some of my sweets be fucked up\n  But all of my sweets gonna blow, so killa smoke get sucked up\n  I lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play\n  But who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way\n  I'm puffin' spliffs of hay, still upset about the drama here\n  At this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears, shit\n\n  But naturally them fuckin' laws is always after me\n  So I have to be in that manor on that 503\n  I'm livin' dastardly, must be all about survival, G\n  These niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me\n  They say there has to be another way, but I ain't feelin' that\n  They try to steal a 'Lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back\n  But still, the fact remains, it's all about the game swangin' bang\n  Peace to E-S-G and all the victims of the game man\n\n  I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave.\n\n  I'm flipin' through P.A. I'm tryin' to see some good\n  But everythang is still the same in my neighborhood\n  Niggas frown when you up and smile when you down\n  And when you change for the better, shife fools stop comin' around\n  I see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways\n  We all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away\n  Got to the point where I could not decipher day from night\n  She say she love me but all we do now is fuckin' fight\n\n  My conscience fuck with me so much I can't eat or sleep\n  The other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets\n  And even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game\n  Lustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang\n  Some get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race\n  Some try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace\n  But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood\n  I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good\n\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good (uh)\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  (I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good)\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good (uh)\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n  I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good\n  I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood\n\n  So, it's your life\n"}]