[{"id":10480526,"name":"Dodgeball","trackName":"Dodgeball","artistName":"WC","albumName":"Guilty by Affiliation","duration":264.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I keep it true to the streets\nGangsta walkin' on beats\nRollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\nOut here it's a jungle sometimes\nBut I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n(No they won't get mine)\n\nMore figgas, more niggaz, more triggas\nIt's a celebration bitches, pour some more liquor\nNiggaz sizin' my chain like I'm a hip-hop award nigga\nBut I'm a go to war nigga, knock on your door nigga\nTint windows, new music thumpin', bumpin'\nManeuverin' through in a new somethin'\nCaught in the middle playin' dodgeball, dodgin' the law\nAnd these jealous niggaz can't wait to watch me fall\nL.A. gang related and full of hatred\nThe game of success is fucked up and loc I'ma play it\nAnd if a nigga get in the way of my dividends I ain't givin' in\nI'm dippin' and puttin' a dot on his head like a Indian\nAnd I ain't hold nathin' back, but the clip to make your wig leak\nWrong move and I'll spit it like pig feet\nAnd I ain't movin' for you lames\nWay too many dudes in this game - Butch Cassidy, sing\n\nI keep it true to the streets\nGangsta walkin' on beats\nRollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\nOut here it's a jungle sometimes\nBut I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n(No they won't get mine)\nI keep it true to the streets\nGangsta walkin' on beats\nRollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\nOut here it's a jungle sometimes\nBut I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n(No they won't get mine)\n\nKilla Cali, where niggaz will grill ya\nFull of them killers, got me loadin' the lead with my steel up\nAnd fuckin' with mine will get ya blasted on site\nIn a game of dominos with 2Pac and Biggie in the afterlife\nLive and die for the paper, in this West Coast line\nI'll push it like a vagina ilaba\nAnd I ain't ready to leave, ain't lettin' it be\nAin't no better than me, nigga this gangsta shit is embedded in me\nI don't rap to rap, I rap for niggaz throwin' middle fingers\nto District Attorneys, leave you twitchin' on that gurney\nDub bust like a baretta nine, for weather or shine\nAnd I ain't goin' nowhere cuz, I'm gettin' better with time\nI'ma stay West Coast and with my feet planted\nI won't fuck y'all, just like Jermaine Dupri did Janet\nI'm a bogard 'til they put my W handprint\nnext to the tall Rent-A-Star on the boulevard nigga\n\nI keep it true to the streets\nGangsta walkin' on beats\nRollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\nOut here it's a jungle sometimes\nBut I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n(No they won't get mine)\nI stay true to the game, G shit remains\nOut here on the West ain't nothin' changed\nDaily they be peelin' them caps\nAnd that's a fact so I gotta stay strapped\n(No they won't get mine)...\n(No they won't get mine)...\n\nYes I'm blown, the Teflon Don\nGet cracked and I'm right back home\nHmm, they wanna take my snaps\nTake my game, my name and my contracts\nFuck that, I'm too smooth, too cool to bounce\nI'm a bad mutha (Snoop Dogg shut yo' mouth!)\nI've been wanted, convicted, simplistic, mystic and tricky\nDrank and dank with this West Coast gangsta shit I'm kickin'\n(Snoop Dogg!) I keep a bag of the purple\nW.C. on me, I'm in the Maad Circle\nPayin' dues, liftin' weights to get strong\nAin't nothin' goin' on but the funky song\nwalkin' through the warzone\nGet ya gone, out of town nigga got robbed\nAt the BET Awards and he think I know the source\nBut again it's gon' cost, livin' in the land of the lost\nBigg Snoop Dogg, get your cross 'cause I'm the Bo$$\n\nI keep it true to the streets\nGangsta walkin' on beats\nRollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\nOut here it's a jungle sometimes\nBut I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n(No they won't get mine)\nI keep it true to the streets\nGangsta walkin' on beats\nRollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\nOut here it's a jungle sometimes\nBut I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n(No they won't get mine)...\n(No they won't get mine)...\n(No they won't get mine)...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dodgeball\n  artist: WC\n  album: Guilty by Affiliation\n  duration_ms: 264000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I keep it true to the streets\n  Gangsta walkin' on beats\n  Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\n  Out here it's a jungle sometimes\n  But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n  (No they won't get mine)\n\n  More figgas, more niggaz, more triggas\n  It's a celebration bitches, pour some more liquor\n  Niggaz sizin' my chain like I'm a hip-hop award nigga\n  But I'm a go to war nigga, knock on your door nigga\n  Tint windows, new music thumpin', bumpin'\n  Maneuverin' through in a new somethin'\n  Caught in the middle playin' dodgeball, dodgin' the law\n  And these jealous niggaz can't wait to watch me fall\n  L.A. gang related and full of hatred\n  The game of success is fucked up and loc I'ma play it\n  And if a nigga get in the way of my dividends I ain't givin' in\n  I'm dippin' and puttin' a dot on his head like a Indian\n  And I ain't hold nathin' back, but the clip to make your wig leak\n  Wrong move and I'll spit it like pig feet\n  And I ain't movin' for you lames\n  Way too many dudes in this game - Butch Cassidy, sing\n\n  I keep it true to the streets\n  Gangsta walkin' on beats\n  Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\n  Out here it's a jungle sometimes\n  But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n  (No they won't get mine)\n  I keep it true to the streets\n  Gangsta walkin' on beats\n  Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\n  Out here it's a jungle sometimes\n  But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n  (No they won't get mine)\n\n  Killa Cali, where niggaz will grill ya\n  Full of them killers, got me loadin' the lead with my steel up\n  And fuckin' with mine will get ya blasted on site\n  In a game of dominos with 2Pac and Biggie in the afterlife\n  Live and die for the paper, in this West Coast line\n  I'll push it like a vagina ilaba\n  And I ain't ready to leave, ain't lettin' it be\n  Ain't no better than me, nigga this gangsta shit is embedded in me\n  I don't rap to rap, I rap for niggaz throwin' middle fingers\n  to District Attorneys, leave you twitchin' on that gurney\n  Dub bust like a baretta nine, for weather or shine\n  And I ain't goin' nowhere cuz, I'm gettin' better with time\n  I'ma stay West Coast and with my feet planted\n  I won't fuck y'all, just like Jermaine Dupri did Janet\n  I'm a bogard 'til they put my W handprint\n  next to the tall Rent-A-Star on the boulevard nigga\n\n  I keep it true to the streets\n  Gangsta walkin' on beats\n  Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\n  Out here it's a jungle sometimes\n  But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n  (No they won't get mine)\n  I stay true to the game, G shit remains\n  Out here on the West ain't nothin' changed\n  Daily they be peelin' them caps\n  And that's a fact so I gotta stay strapped\n  (No they won't get mine)...\n  (No they won't get mine)...\n\n  Yes I'm blown, the Teflon Don\n  Get cracked and I'm right back home\n  Hmm, they wanna take my snaps\n  Take my game, my name and my contracts\n  Fuck that, I'm too smooth, too cool to bounce\n  I'm a bad mutha (Snoop Dogg shut yo' mouth!)\n  I've been wanted, convicted, simplistic, mystic and tricky\n  Drank and dank with this West Coast gangsta shit I'm kickin'\n  (Snoop Dogg!) I keep a bag of the purple\n  W.C. on me, I'm in the Maad Circle\n  Payin' dues, liftin' weights to get strong\n  Ain't nothin' goin' on but the funky song\n  walkin' through the warzone\n  Get ya gone, out of town nigga got robbed\n  At the BET Awards and he think I know the source\n  But again it's gon' cost, livin' in the land of the lost\n  Bigg Snoop Dogg, get your cross 'cause I'm the Bo$$\n\n  I keep it true to the streets\n  Gangsta walkin' on beats\n  Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\n  Out here it's a jungle sometimes\n  But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n  (No they won't get mine)\n  I keep it true to the streets\n  Gangsta walkin' on beats\n  Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\n  Out here it's a jungle sometimes\n  But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n  (No they won't get mine)...\n  (No they won't get mine)...\n  (No they won't get mine)...\n"},{"id":35932126,"name":"Dodgeball","trackName":"Dodgeball","artistName":"WC","albumName":"Guilty By Afilliation","duration":264.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I keep it true to the streets\nGangsta walkin' on beats\nRollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\nOut here it's a jungle sometimes\nBut I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n(No they won't get mine)\n\nMore figgas, more niggaz, more triggas\nIt's a celebration bitches, pour some more liquor\nNiggaz sizin' my chain like I'm a hip-hop award nigga\nBut I'm a go to war nigga, knock on your door nigga\nTint windows, new music thumpin', bumpin'\nManeuverin' through in a new somethin'\nCaught in the middle playin' dodgeball, dodgin' the law\nAnd these jealous niggaz can't wait to watch me fall\nL.A. gang related and full of hatred\nThe game of success is fucked up and loc I'ma play it\nAnd if a nigga get in the way of my dividends I ain't givin' in\nI'm dippin' and puttin' a dot on his head like a Indian\nAnd I ain't hold nathin' back, but the clip to make your wig leak\nWrong move and I'll spit it like pig feet\nAnd I ain't movin' for you lames\nWay too many dudes in this game - Butch Cassidy, sing\n\nI keep it true to the streets\nGangsta walkin' on beats\nRollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\nOut here it's a jungle sometimes\nBut I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n(No they won't get mine)\nI keep it true to the streets\nGangsta walkin' on beats\nRollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\nOut here it's a jungle sometimes\nBut I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n(No they won't get mine)\n\nKilla Cali, where niggaz will grill ya\nFull of them killers, got me loadin' the lead with my steel up\nAnd fuckin' with mine will get ya blasted on site\nIn a game of dominos with 2Pac and Biggie in the afterlife\nLive and die for the paper, in this West Coast line\nI'll push it like a vagina ilaba\nAnd I ain't ready to leave, ain't lettin' it be\nAin't no better than me, nigga this gangsta shit is embedded in me\nI don't rap to rap, I rap for niggaz throwin' middle fingers\nto District Attorneys, leave you twitchin' on that gurney\nDub bust like a baretta nine, for weather or shine\nAnd I ain't goin' nowhere cuz, I'm gettin' better with time\nI'ma stay West Coast and with my feet planted\nI won't fuck y'all, just like Jermaine Dupri did Janet\nI'm a bogard 'til they put my W handprint\nnext to the tall Rent-A-Star on the boulevard nigga\n\nI keep it true to the streets\nGangsta walkin' on beats\nRollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\nOut here it's a jungle sometimes\nBut I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n(No they won't get mine)\nI stay true to the game, G shit remains\nOut here on the West ain't nothin' changed\nDaily they be peelin' them caps\nAnd that's a fact so I gotta stay strapped\n(No they won't get mine)...\n(No they won't get mine)...\n\nYes I'm blown, the Teflon Don\nGet cracked and I'm right back home\nHmm, they wanna take my snaps\nTake my game, my name and my contracts\nFuck that, I'm too smooth, too cool to bounce\nI'm a bad mutha (Snoop Dogg shut yo' mouth!)\nI've been wanted, convicted, simplistic, mystic and tricky\nDrank and dank with this West Coast gangsta shit I'm kickin'\n(Snoop Dogg!) I keep a bag of the purple\nW.C. on me, I'm in the Maad Circle\nPayin' dues, liftin' weights to get strong\nAin't nothin' goin' on but the funky song\nwalkin' through the warzone\nGet ya gone, out of town nigga got robbed\nAt the BET Awards and he think I know the source\nBut again it's gon' cost, livin' in the land of the lost\nBigg Snoop Dogg, get your cross 'cause I'm the Bo$$\n\nI keep it true to the streets\nGangsta walkin' on beats\nRollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\nOut here it's a jungle sometimes\nBut I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n(No they won't get mine)\nI keep it true to the streets\nGangsta walkin' on beats\nRollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\nOut here it's a jungle sometimes\nBut I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n(No they won't get mine)...\n(No they won't get mine)...\n(No they won't get mine)...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dodgeball\n  artist: WC\n  album: Guilty By Afilliation\n  duration_ms: 264000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I keep it true to the streets\n  Gangsta walkin' on beats\n  Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\n  Out here it's a jungle sometimes\n  But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n  (No they won't get mine)\n\n  More figgas, more niggaz, more triggas\n  It's a celebration bitches, pour some more liquor\n  Niggaz sizin' my chain like I'm a hip-hop award nigga\n  But I'm a go to war nigga, knock on your door nigga\n  Tint windows, new music thumpin', bumpin'\n  Maneuverin' through in a new somethin'\n  Caught in the middle playin' dodgeball, dodgin' the law\n  And these jealous niggaz can't wait to watch me fall\n  L.A. gang related and full of hatred\n  The game of success is fucked up and loc I'ma play it\n  And if a nigga get in the way of my dividends I ain't givin' in\n  I'm dippin' and puttin' a dot on his head like a Indian\n  And I ain't hold nathin' back, but the clip to make your wig leak\n  Wrong move and I'll spit it like pig feet\n  And I ain't movin' for you lames\n  Way too many dudes in this game - Butch Cassidy, sing\n\n  I keep it true to the streets\n  Gangsta walkin' on beats\n  Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\n  Out here it's a jungle sometimes\n  But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n  (No they won't get mine)\n  I keep it true to the streets\n  Gangsta walkin' on beats\n  Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\n  Out here it's a jungle sometimes\n  But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n  (No they won't get mine)\n\n  Killa Cali, where niggaz will grill ya\n  Full of them killers, got me loadin' the lead with my steel up\n  And fuckin' with mine will get ya blasted on site\n  In a game of dominos with 2Pac and Biggie in the afterlife\n  Live and die for the paper, in this West Coast line\n  I'll push it like a vagina ilaba\n  And I ain't ready to leave, ain't lettin' it be\n  Ain't no better than me, nigga this gangsta shit is embedded in me\n  I don't rap to rap, I rap for niggaz throwin' middle fingers\n  to District Attorneys, leave you twitchin' on that gurney\n  Dub bust like a baretta nine, for weather or shine\n  And I ain't goin' nowhere cuz, I'm gettin' better with time\n  I'ma stay West Coast and with my feet planted\n  I won't fuck y'all, just like Jermaine Dupri did Janet\n  I'm a bogard 'til they put my W handprint\n  next to the tall Rent-A-Star on the boulevard nigga\n\n  I keep it true to the streets\n  Gangsta walkin' on beats\n  Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\n  Out here it's a jungle sometimes\n  But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n  (No they won't get mine)\n  I stay true to the game, G shit remains\n  Out here on the West ain't nothin' changed\n  Daily they be peelin' them caps\n  And that's a fact so I gotta stay strapped\n  (No they won't get mine)...\n  (No they won't get mine)...\n\n  Yes I'm blown, the Teflon Don\n  Get cracked and I'm right back home\n  Hmm, they wanna take my snaps\n  Take my game, my name and my contracts\n  Fuck that, I'm too smooth, too cool to bounce\n  I'm a bad mutha (Snoop Dogg shut yo' mouth!)\n  I've been wanted, convicted, simplistic, mystic and tricky\n  Drank and dank with this West Coast gangsta shit I'm kickin'\n  (Snoop Dogg!) I keep a bag of the purple\n  W.C. on me, I'm in the Maad Circle\n  Payin' dues, liftin' weights to get strong\n  Ain't nothin' goin' on but the funky song\n  walkin' through the warzone\n  Get ya gone, out of town nigga got robbed\n  At the BET Awards and he think I know the source\n  But again it's gon' cost, livin' in the land of the lost\n  Bigg Snoop Dogg, get your cross 'cause I'm the Bo$$\n\n  I keep it true to the streets\n  Gangsta walkin' on beats\n  Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\n  Out here it's a jungle sometimes\n  But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n  (No they won't get mine)\n  I keep it true to the streets\n  Gangsta walkin' on beats\n  Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\n  Out here it's a jungle sometimes\n  But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n  (No they won't get mine)...\n  (No they won't get mine)...\n  (No they won't get mine)...\n"},{"id":20300318,"name":"Dodgeball","trackName":"Dodgeball","artistName":"WC ft Snoop Dogg & Butch Cassidy","albumName":"Guilty By Affiliation","duration":263.7665,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I keep it true to the streets\nGangsta walkin' on beats\nRollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\nOut here it's a jungle sometimes\nBut I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n(No they won't get mine)\n\nMore figgas, more niggaz, more triggas\nIt's a celebration bitches, pour some more liquor\nNiggaz sizin' my chain like I'm a hip-hop award nigga\nBut I'm a go to war nigga, knock on your door nigga\nTint windows, new music thumpin', bumpin'\nManeuverin' through in a new somethin'\nCaught in the middle playin' dodgeball, dodgin' the law\nAnd these jealous niggaz can't wait to watch me fall\nL.A. gang related and full of hatred\nThe game of success is fucked up and loc I'ma play it\nAnd if a nigga get in the way of my dividends I ain't givin' in\nI'm dippin' and puttin' a dot on his head like a Indian\nAnd I ain't hold nathin' back, but the clip to make your wig leak\nWrong move and I'll spit it like pig feet\nAnd I ain't movin' for you lames\nWay too many dudes in this game - Butch Cassidy, sing\n\nI keep it true to the streets\nGangsta walkin' on beats\nRollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\nOut here it's a jungle sometimes\nBut I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n(No they won't get mine)\nI keep it true to the streets\nGangsta walkin' on beats\nRollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\nOut here it's a jungle sometimes\nBut I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n(No they won't get mine)\n\nKilla Cali, where niggaz will grill ya\nFull of them killers, got me loadin' the lead with my steel up\nAnd fuckin' with mine will get ya blasted on site\nIn a game of dominos with 2Pac and Biggie in the afterlife\nLive and die for the paper, in this West Coast line\nI'll push it like a vagina ilaba\nAnd I ain't ready to leave, ain't lettin' it be\nAin't no better than me, nigga this gangsta shit is embedded in me\nI don't rap to rap, I rap for niggaz throwin' middle fingers\nto District Attorneys, leave you twitchin' on that gurney\nDub bust like a baretta nine, for weather or shine\nAnd I ain't goin' nowhere cuz, I'm gettin' better with time\nI'ma stay West Coast and with my feet planted\nI won't fuck y'all, just like Jermaine Dupri did Janet\nI'm a bogard 'til they put my W handprint\nnext to the tall Rent-A-Star on the boulevard nigga\n\nI keep it true to the streets\nGangsta walkin' on beats\nRollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\nOut here it's a jungle sometimes\nBut I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n(No they won't get mine)\nI stay true to the game, G shit remains\nOut here on the West ain't nothin' changed\nDaily they be peelin' them caps\nAnd that's a fact so I gotta stay strapped\n(No they won't get mine)...\n(No they won't get mine)...\n\nYes I'm blown, the Teflon Don\nGet cracked and I'm right back home\nHmm, they wanna take my snaps\nTake my game, my name and my contracts\nFuck that, I'm too smooth, too cool to bounce\nI'm a bad mutha (Snoop Dogg shut yo' mouth!)\nI've been wanted, convicted, simplistic, mystic and tricky\nDrank and dank with this West Coast gangsta shit I'm kickin'\n(Snoop Dogg!) I keep a bag of the purple\nW.C. on me, I'm in the Maad Circle\nPayin' dues, liftin' weights to get strong\nAin't nothin' goin' on but the funky song\nwalkin' through the warzone\nGet ya gone, out of town nigga got robbed\nAt the BET Awards and he think I know the source\nBut again it's gon' cost, livin' in the land of the lost\nBigg Snoop Dogg, get your cross 'cause I'm the Bo$$\n\nI keep it true to the streets\nGangsta walkin' on beats\nRollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\nOut here it's a jungle sometimes\nBut I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n(No they won't get mine)\nI keep it true to the streets\nGangsta walkin' on beats\nRollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\nOut here it's a jungle sometimes\nBut I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n(No they won't get mine)...\n(No they won't get mine)...\n(No they won't get mine)...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dodgeball\n  artist: WC ft Snoop Dogg & Butch Cassidy\n  album: Guilty By Affiliation\n  duration_ms: 263767\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I keep it true to the streets\n  Gangsta walkin' on beats\n  Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\n  Out here it's a jungle sometimes\n  But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n  (No they won't get mine)\n\n  More figgas, more niggaz, more triggas\n  It's a celebration bitches, pour some more liquor\n  Niggaz sizin' my chain like I'm a hip-hop award nigga\n  But I'm a go to war nigga, knock on your door nigga\n  Tint windows, new music thumpin', bumpin'\n  Maneuverin' through in a new somethin'\n  Caught in the middle playin' dodgeball, dodgin' the law\n  And these jealous niggaz can't wait to watch me fall\n  L.A. gang related and full of hatred\n  The game of success is fucked up and loc I'ma play it\n  And if a nigga get in the way of my dividends I ain't givin' in\n  I'm dippin' and puttin' a dot on his head like a Indian\n  And I ain't hold nathin' back, but the clip to make your wig leak\n  Wrong move and I'll spit it like pig feet\n  And I ain't movin' for you lames\n  Way too many dudes in this game - Butch Cassidy, sing\n\n  I keep it true to the streets\n  Gangsta walkin' on beats\n  Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\n  Out here it's a jungle sometimes\n  But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n  (No they won't get mine)\n  I keep it true to the streets\n  Gangsta walkin' on beats\n  Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\n  Out here it's a jungle sometimes\n  But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n  (No they won't get mine)\n\n  Killa Cali, where niggaz will grill ya\n  Full of them killers, got me loadin' the lead with my steel up\n  And fuckin' with mine will get ya blasted on site\n  In a game of dominos with 2Pac and Biggie in the afterlife\n  Live and die for the paper, in this West Coast line\n  I'll push it like a vagina ilaba\n  And I ain't ready to leave, ain't lettin' it be\n  Ain't no better than me, nigga this gangsta shit is embedded in me\n  I don't rap to rap, I rap for niggaz throwin' middle fingers\n  to District Attorneys, leave you twitchin' on that gurney\n  Dub bust like a baretta nine, for weather or shine\n  And I ain't goin' nowhere cuz, I'm gettin' better with time\n  I'ma stay West Coast and with my feet planted\n  I won't fuck y'all, just like Jermaine Dupri did Janet\n  I'm a bogard 'til they put my W handprint\n  next to the tall Rent-A-Star on the boulevard nigga\n\n  I keep it true to the streets\n  Gangsta walkin' on beats\n  Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\n  Out here it's a jungle sometimes\n  But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n  (No they won't get mine)\n  I stay true to the game, G shit remains\n  Out here on the West ain't nothin' changed\n  Daily they be peelin' them caps\n  And that's a fact so I gotta stay strapped\n  (No they won't get mine)...\n  (No they won't get mine)...\n\n  Yes I'm blown, the Teflon Don\n  Get cracked and I'm right back home\n  Hmm, they wanna take my snaps\n  Take my game, my name and my contracts\n  Fuck that, I'm too smooth, too cool to bounce\n  I'm a bad mutha (Snoop Dogg shut yo' mouth!)\n  I've been wanted, convicted, simplistic, mystic and tricky\n  Drank and dank with this West Coast gangsta shit I'm kickin'\n  (Snoop Dogg!) 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Snoop Dogg & Butch Cassidy)","artistName":"WC","albumName":"Guilty By Affiliation","duration":264.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I keep it true to the streets\nGangsta walkin' on beats\nRollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\nOut here it's a jungle sometimes\nBut I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n(No they won't get mine)\n\nMore figgas, more niggaz, more triggas\nIt's a celebration bitches, pour some more liquor\nNiggaz sizin' my chain like I'm a hip-hop award nigga\nBut I'm a go to war nigga, knock on your door nigga\nTint windows, new music thumpin', bumpin'\nManeuverin' through in a new somethin'\nCaught in the middle playin' dodgeball, dodgin' the law\nAnd these jealous niggaz can't wait to watch me fall\nL.A. gang related and full of hatred\nThe game of success is fucked up and loc I'ma play it\nAnd if a nigga get in the way of my dividends I ain't givin' in\nI'm dippin' and puttin' a dot on his head like a Indian\nAnd I ain't hold nathin' back, but the clip to make your wig leak\nWrong move and I'll spit it like pig feet\nAnd I ain't movin' for you lames\nWay too many dudes in this game - Butch Cassidy, sing\n\nI keep it true to the streets\nGangsta walkin' on beats\nRollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\nOut here it's a jungle sometimes\nBut I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n(No they won't get mine)\nI keep it true to the streets\nGangsta walkin' on beats\nRollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\nOut here it's a jungle sometimes\nBut I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n(No they won't get mine)\n\nKilla Cali, where niggaz will grill ya\nFull of them killers, got me loadin' the lead with my steel up\nAnd fuckin' with mine will get ya blasted on site\nIn a game of dominos with 2Pac and Biggie in the afterlife\nLive and die for the paper, in this West Coast line\nI'll push it like a vagina ilaba\nAnd I ain't ready to leave, ain't lettin' it be\nAin't no better than me, nigga this gangsta shit is embedded in me\nI don't rap to rap, I rap for niggaz throwin' middle fingers\nto District Attorneys, leave you twitchin' on that gurney\nDub bust like a baretta nine, for weather or shine\nAnd I ain't goin' nowhere cuz, I'm gettin' better with time\nI'ma stay West Coast and with my feet planted\nI won't fuck y'all, just like Jermaine Dupri did Janet\nI'm a bogard 'til they put my W handprint\nnext to the tall Rent-A-Star on the boulevard nigga\n\nI keep it true to the streets\nGangsta walkin' on beats\nRollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\nOut here it's a jungle sometimes\nBut I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n(No they won't get mine)\nI stay true to the game, G shit remains\nOut here on the West ain't nothin' changed\nDaily they be peelin' them caps\nAnd that's a fact so I gotta stay strapped\n(No they won't get mine)...\n(No they won't get mine)...\n\nYes I'm blown, the Teflon Don\nGet cracked and I'm right back home\nHmm, they wanna take my snaps\nTake my game, my name and my contracts\nFuck that, I'm too smooth, too cool to bounce\nI'm a bad mutha (Snoop Dogg shut yo' mouth!)\nI've been wanted, convicted, simplistic, mystic and tricky\nDrank and dank with this West Coast gangsta shit I'm kickin'\n(Snoop Dogg!) I keep a bag of the purple\nW.C. on me, I'm in the Maad Circle\nPayin' dues, liftin' weights to get strong\nAin't nothin' goin' on but the funky song\nwalkin' through the warzone\nGet ya gone, out of town nigga got robbed\nAt the BET Awards and he think I know the source\nBut again it's gon' cost, livin' in the land of the lost\nBigg Snoop Dogg, get your cross 'cause I'm the Bo$$\n\nI keep it true to the streets\nGangsta walkin' on beats\nRollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\nOut here it's a jungle sometimes\nBut I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n(No they won't get mine)\nI keep it true to the streets\nGangsta walkin' on beats\nRollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\nOut here it's a jungle sometimes\nBut I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n(No they won't get mine)...\n(No they won't get mine)...\n(No they won't get mine)...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dodgeball (Feat. Snoop Dogg & Butch Cassidy)\n  artist: WC\n  album: Guilty By Affiliation\n  duration_ms: 263760\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I keep it true to the streets\n  Gangsta walkin' on beats\n  Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\n  Out here it's a jungle sometimes\n  But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n  (No they won't get mine)\n\n  More figgas, more niggaz, more triggas\n  It's a celebration bitches, pour some more liquor\n  Niggaz sizin' my chain like I'm a hip-hop award nigga\n  But I'm a go to war nigga, knock on your door nigga\n  Tint windows, new music thumpin', bumpin'\n  Maneuverin' through in a new somethin'\n  Caught in the middle playin' dodgeball, dodgin' the law\n  And these jealous niggaz can't wait to watch me fall\n  L.A. gang related and full of hatred\n  The game of success is fucked up and loc I'ma play it\n  And if a nigga get in the way of my dividends I ain't givin' in\n  I'm dippin' and puttin' a dot on his head like a Indian\n  And I ain't hold nathin' back, but the clip to make your wig leak\n  Wrong move and I'll spit it like pig feet\n  And I ain't movin' for you lames\n  Way too many dudes in this game - Butch Cassidy, sing\n\n  I keep it true to the streets\n  Gangsta walkin' on beats\n  Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\n  Out here it's a jungle sometimes\n  But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n  (No they won't get mine)\n  I keep it true to the streets\n  Gangsta walkin' on beats\n  Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\n  Out here it's a jungle sometimes\n  But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n  (No they won't get mine)\n\n  Killa Cali, where niggaz will grill ya\n  Full of them killers, got me loadin' the lead with my steel up\n  And fuckin' with mine will get ya blasted on site\n  In a game of dominos with 2Pac and Biggie in the afterlife\n  Live and die for the paper, in this West Coast line\n  I'll push it like a vagina ilaba\n  And I ain't ready to leave, ain't lettin' it be\n  Ain't no better than me, nigga this gangsta shit is embedded in me\n  I don't rap to rap, I rap for niggaz throwin' middle fingers\n  to District Attorneys, leave you twitchin' on that gurney\n  Dub bust like a baretta nine, for weather or shine\n  And I ain't goin' nowhere cuz, I'm gettin' better with time\n  I'ma stay West Coast and with my feet planted\n  I won't fuck y'all, just like Jermaine Dupri did Janet\n  I'm a bogard 'til they put my W handprint\n  next to the tall Rent-A-Star on the boulevard nigga\n\n  I keep it true to the streets\n  Gangsta walkin' on beats\n  Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\n  Out here it's a jungle sometimes\n  But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n  (No they won't get mine)\n  I stay true to the game, G shit remains\n  Out here on the West ain't nothin' changed\n  Daily they be peelin' them caps\n  And that's a fact so I gotta stay strapped\n  (No they won't get mine)...\n  (No they won't get mine)...\n\n  Yes I'm blown, the Teflon Don\n  Get cracked and I'm right back home\n  Hmm, they wanna take my snaps\n  Take my game, my name and my contracts\n  Fuck that, I'm too smooth, too cool to bounce\n  I'm a bad mutha (Snoop Dogg shut yo' mouth!)\n  I've been wanted, convicted, simplistic, mystic and tricky\n  Drank and dank with this West Coast gangsta shit I'm kickin'\n  (Snoop Dogg!) I keep a bag of the purple\n  W.C. on me, I'm in the Maad Circle\n  Payin' dues, liftin' weights to get strong\n  Ain't nothin' goin' on but the funky song\n  walkin' through the warzone\n  Get ya gone, out of town nigga got robbed\n  At the BET Awards and he think I know the source\n  But again it's gon' cost, livin' in the land of the lost\n  Bigg Snoop Dogg, get your cross 'cause I'm the Bo$$\n\n  I keep it true to the streets\n  Gangsta walkin' on beats\n  Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\n  Out here it's a jungle sometimes\n  But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n  (No they won't get mine)\n  I keep it true to the streets\n  Gangsta walkin' on beats\n  Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat\n  Out here it's a jungle sometimes\n  But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine\n  (No they won't get mine)...\n  (No they won't get mine)...\n  (No they won't get mine)...\n"}]