[{"id":10480518,"name":"Guilty by Affiliation","trackName":"Guilty by Affiliation","artistName":"WC","albumName":"Guilty by Affiliation","duration":249.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"From hood to hood, city to project, the project\nNigga what's the motherfuckin' dialect?\nGangstas, caught in a shuffle\nNiggaz tryin' to turn a constant struggle to the positive hustle\nWhether it's the yay or the 9-to-5\nThe pills or the chronic, we hustle to stay alive\nAnd if you ain't Reggie Bush runnin' a rock\nYou better be good as Kobe slangin' a jumpshot\nCause round here the odds of success is nimble\nIt's like Russian Roulet with five bullets in the barrel\nI'm located on the map, with latinos and black\nAmerican dream is pistol and a dope sack\nWhere they process, strip us down to scan us\nLock us up and ban us, the city of bandanas\nWhere we, grind steadily and move to the 12-gauge melody\nJust livin' in the hood is a felony\n\nAnd if you guilty by affiliation\nAnd you're subject to humiliation\nAnd you're facin' incarceration\nProbation or under investigation\nThrow your hands up to the sky\nOh Lord please tell me why\nMy own people gon' testify\nI'm in the hood and I don't have a alibi\n\nI'm lookin' at my TV\nThe commercials keep tellin' me, nigga 'Be All You Can Be'\nBut if ain't BET or in the backseat\nof the LAPD I'd barely see me\nIt's a trip, the whole world finna rap\nBut when it's time to shine, where all the real niggaz at?\nDo a nigga gotta be rich, just to get over?\nDo a gotta be a bitch to sit next to Oprah?\nIt must be the walk but I'ma keep it O.G.\nI'm a nigga that like soul food and to smoke weed\nAnd stay breaded, hit the corner on the hog\nwith my middle finger twisted, index and pinky spreaded\nA sellout nigga, I'm the wrong type\nWest Coast nigga, take flight on site\nI know they hate to see me comin'\nBut, I gots to put the blue Chuck's on the pedal\nand rep it for the ghetto\n\nAnd if you guilty by affiliation\nAnd you're subject to humiliation\nAnd you're facin' incarceration\nProbation or under investigation\nThrow your hands up to the sky\nOh Lord please tell me why\nMy own people gon' testify\nI'm in the hood and I don't have a alibi\n\nFo-fo' up under my zipper\nCause bein' black ain't a job it's a motherfuckin' adventure\nLook, the gun shots won't cease\nAnd rollin' by, if it ain't my enemies then it's the police\nI'm askin', which one will kill me faster?\nIs it that drive-by, or the cigarette causin' cancer?\nGod made a promise that we all gon' die\nAlong the ride nigga might as well ball and get high\nSo I'm sittin' back with the zig-zag, grabbin' and snappin'\nThe gank back for action just in case I gotta get to clappin'\nCause niggaz is playin' elimination\nAnd where I'm from every nigga's guilty by affiliation\nThat's why we ride and the young die\nAnd you lucky if you live to pass 25\nThat's why they hate to see me comin'\nBut, I gots to put the blue Chuck's on the pedal\nand rep it for the ghetto\n\nAnd if you guilty by affiliation\nAnd you're subject to humiliation\nAnd you're facin' incarceration\nProbation or under investigation\nThrow your hands up to the sky\nOh Lord please tell me why\nMy own people gon' testify\nI'm in the hood and I don't have a alibi\n\nI gotta rep where I'm from (Where you from?)\nSouth Central where the good die young\n(Where you at?) Western & Imperial\nIt's the pure West Coast, comin' out your stereo\nI gotta rep where I'm from (Where you from?)\nSouth Central where the good die young\n(Where you at?) Western & Imperial\nIt's the pure West Coast, comin' out your stereo","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Guilty by Affiliation\n  artist: WC\n  album: Guilty by Affiliation\n  duration_ms: 249000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  From hood to hood, city to project, the project\n  Nigga what's the motherfuckin' dialect?\n  Gangstas, caught in a shuffle\n  Niggaz tryin' to turn a constant struggle to the positive hustle\n  Whether it's the yay or the 9-to-5\n  The pills or the chronic, we hustle to stay alive\n  And if you ain't Reggie Bush runnin' a rock\n  You better be good as Kobe slangin' a jumpshot\n  Cause round here the odds of success is nimble\n  It's like Russian Roulet with five bullets in the barrel\n  I'm located on the map, with latinos and black\n  American dream is pistol and a dope sack\n  Where they process, strip us down to scan us\n  Lock us up and ban us, the city of bandanas\n  Where we, grind steadily and move to the 12-gauge melody\n  Just livin' in the hood is a felony\n\n  And if you guilty by affiliation\n  And you're subject to humiliation\n  And you're facin' incarceration\n  Probation or under investigation\n  Throw your hands up to the sky\n  Oh Lord please tell me why\n  My own people gon' testify\n  I'm in the hood and I don't have a alibi\n\n  I'm lookin' at my TV\n  The commercials keep tellin' me, nigga 'Be All You Can Be'\n  But if ain't BET or in the backseat\n  of the LAPD I'd barely see me\n  It's a trip, the whole world finna rap\n  But when it's time to shine, where all the real niggaz at?\n  Do a nigga gotta be rich, just to get over?\n  Do a gotta be a bitch to sit next to Oprah?\n  It must be the walk but I'ma keep it O.G.\n  I'm a nigga that like soul food and to smoke weed\n  And stay breaded, hit the corner on the hog\n  with my middle finger twisted, index and pinky spreaded\n  A sellout nigga, I'm the wrong type\n  West Coast nigga, take flight on site\n  I know they hate to see me comin'\n  But, I gots to put the blue Chuck's on the pedal\n  and rep it for the ghetto\n\n  And if you guilty by affiliation\n  And you're subject to humiliation\n  And you're facin' incarceration\n  Probation or under investigation\n  Throw your hands up to the sky\n  Oh Lord please tell me why\n  My own people gon' testify\n  I'm in the hood and I don't have a alibi\n\n  Fo-fo' up under my zipper\n  Cause bein' black ain't a job it's a motherfuckin' adventure\n  Look, the gun shots won't cease\n  And rollin' by, if it ain't my enemies then it's the police\n  I'm askin', which one will kill me faster?\n  Is it that drive-by, or the cigarette causin' cancer?\n  God made a promise that we all gon' die\n  Along the ride nigga might as well ball and get high\n  So I'm sittin' back with the zig-zag, grabbin' and snappin'\n  The gank back for action just in case I gotta get to clappin'\n  Cause niggaz is playin' elimination\n  And where I'm from every nigga's guilty by affiliation\n  That's why we ride and the young die\n  And you lucky if you live to pass 25\n  That's why they hate to see me comin'\n  But, I gots to put the blue Chuck's on the pedal\n  and rep it for the ghetto\n\n  And if you guilty by affiliation\n  And you're subject to humiliation\n  And you're facin' incarceration\n  Probation or under investigation\n  Throw your hands up to the sky\n  Oh Lord please tell me why\n  My own people gon' testify\n  I'm in the hood and I don't have a alibi\n\n  I gotta rep where I'm from (Where you from?)\n  South Central where the good die young\n  (Where you at?) Western & Imperial\n  It's the pure West Coast, comin' out your stereo\n  I gotta rep where I'm from (Where you from?)\n  South Central where the good die young\n  (Where you at?) Western & Imperial\n  It's the pure West Coast, comin' out your stereo\n"},{"id":40054220,"name":"Paranoid (Prod. By Mr. Porterl","trackName":"Paranoid (Prod. By Mr. Porterl","artistName":"WC","albumName":"Guilty By Affiliation","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"#1: W.C.]\nNoid, I got these niggaz all paranoid\nNoid, I got the big boy joint\nNoid, we got these niggaz all paranoid\nBoy, Lench Mob is on point\n\nI got to warn ya, this is California\nHome grown, get ya dome blown (Blow it back)\nSouth Central couldn't hold his potential\nMonumental, hood credentials (Dub Sizzle)\nW.C. is like the fundamentals\nIn the back of Winchell's, with the .4-5 cocked\n(Keep it hood) Everybody better hold they spot\nNiggaz think they hot but no they not (No)\n\nWestside, the city where we ride\nThe city where that niggy put that green up in the sky\nOff that Al Green, sippin' a O.E.\nWho that G from the L to the E to the N-c-H, M-O to the B?\nBustin' a 'chanical, back for the cash loc\nIt's that ignorant ass nigga, that motherfuckin' asshole\nBackhandin' ya, strapped with another anthem\nHood nigga eatin' pastrami cheese fries in a Phantom\nProduct of them palm trees, make your lungs bleed\nThe Coast without me is like a sack of buck weed nigga\nWithout me on the list the West is like a Chevy on stock rims\nBetter throw some D's on that bitch and lay low\ncause erasin' me out the strip loc\nis like Ray J and Whitney, that shit's a joke\nWho made it safe for y'all to Walk and took it back?\nSomebody hand me my locs, punk bitch what you lookin' at?\n\nI got to warn ya, this is California\nHome grown, get ya dome blown (Blow it back)\nSouth Central couldn't hold his potential\nMonumental, hood credentials (Dub Sizzle)\nW.C. is like the fundamentals\nIn the back of Winchell's, with the .4-5 cocked\n(Keep it hood) Everybody better hold they spot\nNiggaz think they hot but no they not (No)\n\nNoid, I got these niggaz all paranoid\nNoid, I got the big boy joint\nNoid, we got these niggaz all paranoid\nBoy, Lench Mob is on point\n\nPackin' the heat, now back in these streets\nAllow me to touch on y'all like a Catholic priest\nWestside gritty hood nigga, kickin' mud on the glitter pants\non all you Pretty Ricky lookin' niggaz\nW.C. baby, I got it locked down\nGot the chopper-chopper that'll knock yo' ass down\nGot the Harley if you niggaz wanna ground pound\nGot the rag '57 with the top down - follow me\nAlive and kickin', pimpin' it's that Westside\nDippin' in a stretch Hummer eatin' Church's fried chicken\nWith that big double-barrel on me, niggaz can't ignore me\nIn a pair of Chuck Taylor's reclaimin' my territory\n\nI got to warn ya, this is California\nHome grown, get ya dome blown (Blow it back)\nSouth Central couldn't hold his potential\nMonumental, hood credentials (Dub Sizzle)\nW.C. is like the fundamentals\nIn the back of Winchell's, with the .4-5 cocked\n(Keep it hood) Everybody better hold they spot\nNiggaz think they hot but no they not (No)\n\nDamn, c'mon, back to the streets with it\nGrip the tec-9 like a spoon 'cause I eats with it\nAnd I ain't a nigga to talk peace with it, I'll squeeze with it\nPlay for keeps with it, put you under the white sheet with it\nIt's back on, Lench Mobbin' in a big Brougham\nIt's been a while but nigga not that long\nStill Westside, dumpin' chronic ash with the cannons\nBustin' on you niggaz with them gay ass dances\nFrom the t-shirts and Starter caps\nReal recognize real, but y'all niggaz know where gangsta rap started at\nYeah I said it and ain't afraid to say it\nI'm from where the sun sit, bitin' my tongue for shit\nYou know the place that introduced the world to thuggin' and dippin'\nThe place that got these out of town niggaz Bloodin' and Crippin'\nThe place where we gun slang\nThe same place Kobe scored 81 in one motherfuckin' game\n\nI got to warn ya, this is California\nHome grown, get ya dome blown (Blow it back)\nSouth Central couldn't hold his potential\nMonumental, hood credentials (Dub Sizzle)\nW.C. is like the fundamentals\nIn the back of Winchell's, with the .4-5 cocked\n(Keep it hood) Everybody better hold they spot\nNiggaz think they hot but no they not (No)\n\nNoid, I got these niggaz all paranoid\nNoid, I got the big boy joint\nNoid, we got these niggaz all paranoid\nBoy, Lench Mob is on point...\nLench Mob is on point...\nLench Mob is on point","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Paranoid (Prod. 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By The Legend (ShadyBlock.com)\n  artist: WC\n  album: Guilty By Affiliation\n  duration_ms: 208000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Wc\n  Guilty by Affiliation\n  Side Dick\n  Baby say she wants a gansta\n  but she dont want a nigga to dog her\n  just to beat it up harder\n  said that a nigga a sin, a dicks that limp\n  a sucka for love type and he dont fuck right\n\n  fuck it, ill be the dick on the side you can ride on\n  nigga you can wrap them thighs on\n  let ya nigga wet a cake, i just want to undress you\n  call me captain dick to the rescue (ba baba bah!)\n\n  i know your kind, bitch pay got a hair lay\n  ballin ass nigga way pay\n  treat your ass right and keep from icing\n  till you toss you legs up for a nigga like me\n\n  affiliated. just the way you love it\n  and i dont need money to touch\n  my ghetto ass ways is enough to make yo ass bend over\n  even destiny's child claims they made me a soldier\n\n  know you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)\n  girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)\n  girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)\n  every girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)\n\n  know you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)\n  girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)\n  girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)\n  every girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)\n\n  knock knock who is it? a titty mangler\n  dick dangler (who) the tight pussy fanger banger\n  packing his heat yall with two meat balls\n  smothered in dick sauce\n  dont make me spit on your lip gloss\n\n  THE gorilla P-I-M-P yes i am me entire S I MP\n  i know you got a situation i come with no attachments\n  consider me your walking dildo gadget\n\n  you niggas are weenie let me do my thang with it\n  let me feed you this big black hot thing with a vein in it\n  have you stand up came with it\n  im guaranteed to make you come more than once if you can hang with it\n\n  the cock doctor, pussy popper, i leave yo clitoris vibrating\n  ticking like a pop blocker\n  and when its time to creep dont sweat\n  hut the ways in the cut i got a sweet old den\n\n  know you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)\n  girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)\n  girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)\n  every girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)\n\n  know you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)\n  girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)\n  girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)\n  every girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)\n\n  harder than a dry cookie my dick is like the antidote\n  curing your unsatisfied pussy\n  look. i got you laughing and blushin\n  cause we're hymning and hugging\n  but what also making hitting for fuckin\n\n  i know you need a dick on the side\n  so i keeps on the play my position off the bitch like a six man\n  and i aint bringing feelings to be your lover\n  just layes potato chips hot sauce and magnum rubbers\n\n  many niggas trying to holler but they out of luck\n  cause like bitch niggas cant keep they mouth shut\n  but im a cool nigga like ray charles\n  i play blind when you leave your synchronis? mind\n\n  dubs see the wreck of this dick specialist\n  my back stroke will leave your hair smelling like the exorcist\n  im like the dick in the glass when your lonely like a fire estinguisher\n  emergency use only\n\n  know you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)\n  girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)\n  girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)\n  every girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)\n\n  know you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)\n  girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)\n  girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)\n  every girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)\n\n  THE gorilla P-I-M-P yes i am me entire S I MP\n  black ass she nasty python grab a hold of his ball hair snake bitch\n  THE gorilla P-I-M-P yes i am me entire S I MP\n  better hide that pussy bitch\n  gonna beat that mutha fucka up\n"},{"id":39495651,"name":"08-crazy_toones_4_president_(prod._by_teek_the_beatsmith_and_dee_underdue)","trackName":"08-crazy_toones_4_president_(prod._by_teek_the_beatsmith_and_dee_underdue)","artistName":"WC","albumName":"Guilty By Affiliation","duration":143.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Here we go, Oh! 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Crazy\nDub Dub Dub.\n\nI got money in pocket, I got money in pocket\nRock you, Rock you, Rock you, Rock you, Rock you\nRock you, Rock you, Rock you, Rock you, Rock you\nDJ Crazy, Dub Dub, DJ Crazy\nParty people starting up. up easy\nHe cuts the music when the sound dis-laid\nRock, Party people, starting starting up. to the rap\nParty people, starting starting up. Party people\nParty people, Party people, Party people, Party people\nRock Party people, Rock Party people, Rock Party people\nRock Party people, Rock Party people, Rock Party people\nRock Party people, Rock Party people, Rock Party people\nRock Party people, Rock Party people\n\nGet a little. Crazy Get a little. Crazy\nDub Dub Dub.","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.15] Here we go, Oh! Here we go, Oh! Come On!\n[00:10.07] Get a little. Get a little. Crazy\n[00:12.42] Get a little. I got money in pocket\n[00:14.69] Get a little. Get a little. Crazy\n[00:17.33] Get a little. Crazy, Get a little. Crazy Crazy\n[00:20.45] Dub Dub Dub.\n[00:30.34] Just get a little. Get a little. Crazy\n[00:32.38] Get a little. I got money in pocket\n[00:34.83] Oh! Get a little. Get a little. Crazy\n[00:37.32] Get a little. Crazy, Get a little. Crazy\n[00:39.74] Dub Dub Dub.\n[00:49.60] Stick your ass out, that's gone whole on that ass\n[00:52.28] Stick your ass out, that's gone whole on that ass\n[00:54.47] Stick your ass out, that's gone whole on that ass\n[00:57.12] Stick your ass out, that's gone whole on that ass\n[00:59.63] This DJ, he is so bad\n[01:02.12] Mix and kick a nigga all in the ass\n[01:04.71] With a Knick Knack Patty Whack, in the Cadillac\n[01:07.40] Front and back, side to side, where your daddy at\n[01:10.01] Get a little. Get a little. Crazy\n[01:12.33] Get a little. I got money in pocket\n[01:14.98] Get a little. Get a little. Crazy\n[01:17.25] Get a little. Crazy Get a little. Crazy\n[01:19.42] Dub Dub Dub.\n[01:24.92] I got money in pocket, I got money in pocket\n[01:28.78] Rock you, Rock you, Rock you, Rock you, Rock you\n[01:32.89] Rock you, Rock you, Rock you, Rock you, Rock you\n[01:35.80] DJ Crazy, Dub Dub, DJ Crazy\n[01:42.03] Party people starting up. up easy\n[01:43.26] He cuts the music when the sound dis-laid\n[01:45.46] Rock, Party people, starting starting up. to the rap\n[01:48.09] Party people, starting starting up. Party people\n[01:50.12] Party people, Party people, Party people, Party people\n[01:53.28] Rock Party people, Rock Party people, Rock Party people\n[01:54.78] Rock Party people, Rock Party people, Rock Party people\n[01:57.66] Rock Party people, Rock Party people, Rock Party people\n[01:59.83] Rock Party people, Rock Party people\n[02:10.23] Get a little. Crazy Get a little. 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Crazy\n  Dub Dub Dub.\n"},{"id":39652000,"name":"Guilty By Affiliation","trackName":"Guilty By Affiliation","artistName":"WC","albumName":"Revenge of the Barracuda","duration":369.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"From hood to hood, city to project, the project\nNigga what's the motherfuckin' dialect?\nGangstas, caught in a shuffle\nNiggaz tryin' to turn a constant struggle to the positive hustle\nWhether it's the yay or the 9-to-5\nThe pills or the chronic, we hustle to stay alive\nAnd if you ain't Reggie Bush runnin' a rock\nYou better be good as Kobe slangin' a jumpshot\nCause round here the odds of success is nimble\nIt's like Russian Roulet with five bullets in the barrel\nI'm located on the map, with latinos and black\nAmerican dream is pistol and a dope sack\nWhere they process, strip us down to scan us\nLock us up and ban us, the city of bandanas\nWhere we, grind steadily and move to the 12-gauge melody\nJust livin' in the hood is a felony\n\nAnd if you guilty by affiliation\nAnd you're subject to humiliation\nAnd you're facin' incarceration\nProbation or under investigation\nThrow your hands up to the sky\nOh Lord please tell me why\nMy own people gon' testify\nI'm in the hood and I don't have a alibi\n\nI'm lookin' at my TV\nThe commercials keep tellin' me, nigga 'Be All You Can Be'\nBut if ain't BET or in the backseat\nof the LAPD I'd barely see me\nIt's a trip, the whole world finna rap\nBut when it's time to shine, where all the real niggaz at?\nDo a nigga gotta be rich, just to get over?\nDo a gotta be a bitch to sit next to Oprah?\nIt must be the walk but I'ma keep it O.G.\nI'm a nigga that like soul food and to smoke weed\nAnd stay breaded, hit the corner on the hog\nwith my middle finger twisted, index and pinky spreaded\nA sellout nigga, I'm the wrong type\nWest Coast nigga, take flight on site\nI know they hate to see me comin'\nBut, I gots to put the blue Chuck's on the pedal\nand rep it for the ghetto\n\nAnd if you guilty by affiliation\nAnd you're subject to humiliation\nAnd you're facin' incarceration\nProbation or under investigation\nThrow your hands up to the sky\nOh Lord please tell me why\nMy own people gon' testify\nI'm in the hood and I don't have a alibi\n\nFo-fo' up under my zipper\nCause bein' black ain't a job it's a motherfuckin' adventure\nLook, the gun shots won't cease\nAnd rollin' by, if it ain't my enemies then it's the police\nI'm askin', which one will kill me faster?\nIs it that drive-by, or the cigarette causin' cancer?\nGod made a promise that we all gon' die\nAlong the ride nigga might as well ball and get high\nSo I'm sittin' back with the zig-zag, grabbin' and snappin'\nThe gank back for action just in case I gotta get to clappin'\nCause niggaz is playin' elimination\nAnd where I'm from every nigga's guilty by affiliation\nThat's why we ride and the young die\nAnd you lucky if you live to pass 25\nThat's why they hate to see me comin'\nBut, I gots to put the blue Chuck's on the pedal\nand rep it for the ghetto\n\nAnd if you guilty by affiliation\nAnd you're subject to humiliation\nAnd you're facin' incarceration\nProbation or under investigation\nThrow your hands up to the sky\nOh Lord please tell me why\nMy own people gon' testify\nI'm in the hood and I don't have a alibi\n\nI gotta rep where I'm from (Where you from?)\nSouth Central where the good die young\n(Where you at?) Western & Imperial\nIt's the pure West Coast, comin' out your stereo\nI gotta rep where I'm from (Where you from?)\nSouth Central where the good die young\n(Where you at?) 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Western & Imperial\n  It's the pure West Coast, comin' out your stereo\n  I gotta rep where I'm from (Where you from?)\n  South Central where the good die young\n  (Where you at?) Western & Imperial\n  It's the pure West Coast, comin' out your stereo\n"},{"id":9113857,"name":"Addicted To It","trackName":"Addicted To It","artistName":"WC","albumName":"Guilty By Affiliation","duration":268.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo what's up?\nOfficial T-shirt nigga\nHood certified\nDub Sizzle\n\nWhere my, where my, where my hustlers at?\nWhere my, where my, where my hustlers at?\nWhere my hustle is at, where my hustlers at?\nBabies give give give money. Throw their hands up\n\nSixteen in the chamber\nWith a stack between my fingers\nGeto Boys, NWA, Schooly D in the CD changer\nReclining like The Mac\nSwoop on the ave\nCruise the block like a float in a parade\nIn a seven and a half\n\nSitting low __ so __ to the Pro Fitted\nHustler, hustler, nigga all I know is a goal get it\nAh, ah, ah the flow is so wicked\nStrip for me baby\nSlide down this chocolate pole and grip it\n\nGoing all out for the dough\nBall out and roll\nDub keep it G\nNigga this hood shit is all I know\nGot the dice __ up\nMy ice cleaned up\nNow I cater the streets\nLike the weed man out of the ice cream truck\n\nDiamonds on my neck shining in the club like daylight\nDub C be hitting it right\nBy the end of the night\nYou be saying all right\n22 is the inches, 69 is the position\nLench Mob and gangsta shit\nMoney's my addiction, nigga\n\nI'm addicted to green that don't burn\nUp in the kitchen without a concern\nMothafuckas will learn it's my turn\nI'm addicted to it\nGetting closer to it\n\nMaking it bounce, making it bounce\nChrome frame making it bounce\nI know girls like money\nSo I'm sticking them and dicking them now\nDick in their mouth\nPutting a dick in their mouth\nWith a .44 on me sticking out\nWindows getting foggy while\nWe doing it all night doggy style\n\nActing up run the weed up\nJag in cup, G'd up\nFucking it up my Chucks moving and doing\nMy new dance while I'm holding my n-eez-uts\n\nBack down then side to side\nI skip skip throw my dubs up high\nRunning around South Central bottom\nWith a bandana on my steering column\n\nSlap boxing, dominoes\nJail breakers squatting low\nSwitching up and our fly S5\nOn mine, middle finger out the window\nWith one time riding\nWhen I beat up on the concrete I be sliding\nWhen I get up on a bitch their eyes get wide and\nWhen they see me sagging and lagging them\nLench Mob medallion blinding them\n\nHood screw up your stars\nAnd it ain't no killing ours\nStill the stars whoop your ass for the cash\nYeah, I'm guilty as charged\n\nQuarter pounds, assholes, whatever you need\nBest believe don't trip\nIf the price is right I take a trip for flip\nAnd get them ___ ___ by one zip for zip\n\nSitting on\nBut I'm dipping on\nBut I'm tipping on\nNigga getting it on\nWith a freak on the side of me\nSipping Patrón\nTrying to whip it on\nBaby licking my bone\nAnd I'm starting to moan\nCause them lips are long\nAnd I can see me getting my pimping on\nAnd she tripping on\nBut I'm twisting on\nMy swap meet corduroy slippers on\n\nCause I'm real with this\nI was built for this\nNigga muthafucking WC is still the shit\nAnd I ain't leaving until I get another meal in this\nSo every time I spit it I'm killing shit\nSo nigga dig a ditch\nGet out the wilderness\nI'm hood-certified and and still with this\nWhen will I quit?\nOh, fuck it nigga\nI ain't quitting until I'm filthy rich\n\nI'm addicted to green that don't burn\nUp in the kitchen without a concern\nMuthafuckas will learn it's my turn\nI'm addicted to it\nGetting closer to it","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Addicted To It\n  artist: WC\n  album: Guilty By Affiliation\n  duration_ms: 268000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo what's up?\n  Official T-shirt nigga\n  Hood certified\n  Dub Sizzle\n\n  Where my, where my, where my hustlers at?\n  Where my, where my, where my hustlers at?\n  Where my hustle is at, where my hustlers at?\n  Babies give give give money. 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Here we go, Oh! Come On!\nGet a little. Get a little. Crazy\nGet a little. I got money in pocket\nGet a little. Get a little. Crazy\nGet a little. Crazy, Get a little. Crazy Crazy\nDub Dub Dub.\n\nJust get a little. Get a little. Crazy\nGet a little. I got money in pocket\nOh! Get a little. Get a little. Crazy\nGet a little. Crazy, Get a little. Crazy\nDub Dub Dub.\n\nStick your ass out, that's gone whole on that ass\nStick your ass out, that's gone whole on that ass\nStick your ass out, that's gone whole on that ass\nStick your ass out, that's gone whole on that ass\n\nThis DJ, he is so bad\nMix and kick a nigga all in the ass\nWith a Knick Knack Patty Whack, in the Cadillac\nFront and back, side to side, where your daddy at\n\nGet a little. Get a little. Crazy\nGet a little. I got money in pocket\nGet a little. Get a little. Crazy\nGet a little. Crazy Get a little. Crazy\nDub Dub Dub.\n\nI got money in pocket, I got money in pocket\nRock you, Rock you, Rock you, Rock you, Rock you\nRock you, Rock you, Rock you, Rock you, Rock you\nDJ Crazy, Dub Dub, DJ Crazy\nParty people starting up. up easy\nHe cuts the music when the sound dis-laid\nRock, Party people, starting starting up. to the rap\nParty people, starting starting up. Party people\nParty people, Party people, Party people, Party people\nRock Party people, Rock Party people, Rock Party people\nRock Party people, Rock Party people, Rock Party people\nRock Party people, Rock Party people, Rock Party people\nRock Party people, Rock Party people\n\nGet a little. Crazy Get a little. Crazy\nDub Dub Dub.","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.15] Here we go, Oh! Here we go, Oh! Come On!\n[00:10.07] Get a little. Get a little. Crazy\n[00:12.42] Get a little. I got money in pocket\n[00:14.69] Get a little. Get a little. Crazy\n[00:17.33] Get a little. Crazy, Get a little. Crazy Crazy\n[00:20.45] Dub Dub Dub.\n[00:30.34] Just get a little. Get a little. Crazy\n[00:32.38] Get a little. I got money in pocket\n[00:34.83] Oh! Get a little. Get a little. Crazy\n[00:37.32] Get a little. Crazy, Get a little. Crazy\n[00:39.74] Dub Dub Dub.\n[00:49.60] Stick your ass out, that's gone whole on that ass\n[00:52.28] Stick your ass out, that's gone whole on that ass\n[00:54.47] Stick your ass out, that's gone whole on that ass\n[00:57.12] Stick your ass out, that's gone whole on that ass\n[00:59.63] This DJ, he is so bad\n[01:02.12] Mix and kick a nigga all in the ass\n[01:04.71] With a Knick Knack Patty Whack, in the Cadillac\n[01:07.40] Front and back, side to side, where your daddy at\n[01:10.01] Get a little. Get a little. Crazy\n[01:12.33] Get a little. I got money in pocket\n[01:14.98] Get a little. Get a little. Crazy\n[01:17.25] Get a little. Crazy Get a little. Crazy\n[01:19.42] Dub Dub Dub.\n[01:24.92] I got money in pocket, I got money in pocket\n[01:28.78] Rock you, Rock you, Rock you, Rock you, Rock you\n[01:32.89] Rock you, Rock you, Rock you, Rock you, Rock you\n[01:35.80] DJ Crazy, Dub Dub, DJ Crazy\n[01:42.03] Party people starting up. up easy\n[01:43.26] He cuts the music when the sound dis-laid\n[01:45.46] Rock, Party people, starting starting up. to the rap\n[01:48.09] Party people, starting starting up. Party people\n[01:50.12] Party people, Party people, Party people, Party people\n[01:53.28] Rock Party people, Rock Party people, Rock Party people\n[01:54.78] Rock Party people, Rock Party people, Rock Party people\n[01:57.66] Rock Party people, Rock Party people, Rock Party people\n[01:59.83] Rock Party people, Rock Party people\n[02:10.23] Get a little. Crazy Get a little. 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fuckin' with me\nThey call me Dub Sizzle (W.C.) Dub Sizzle (W.C.)\n\n[W.C.]\nDub sheisty, I'm thirsty nigga, ready to eat\nLench Mob 'til I die if the world ain't ready for me\nIt's that Big Swang affiliate, got ya feelin' it\nlike 10 inches of ashey dick in fresher pussy, a nigga be killin' it\nPeep the delivery, what I'm deliverin', more than the average\nParental Discretion, Dub is a savage\nI'm harder than Michael Jackson dick in a daycare\nAnd I'll beat a rappin' bitch up too 'cause I don't play fair\nIn the throne I sit, with a jar of Vaseline jackin' off\nto my videos 'cause I'm on my own dick\nGettin' my jerk on 'cause y'all niggaz ain't gangsta\nWith them tight ass Mel-donna v-neck t-shirts on\nFuck all y'all, I'll put the slug in through your chest\nW.C. bitch, I put the W in the West (Westside!)\nWho got 'em shakin' like Parkinson Disease?\nDub Sizzle, ain't a nigga reppin' harder than me\n\n[Chorus]\nShit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\nThat's what you get when you fuckin' with me\nShit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\nThat's what you get when you fuckin' with me\nShit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\nThat's what you get when you fuckin' with me\nThey call me Dub Sizzle (W.C.) Dub Sizzle (W.C.)\n\n[W.C.]\nBelieve y'all be runnin', anybody round here fuckin' with Dub\nLoc who fuckin' with Dub? Look it here\nSmokin' weed, gettin' the money with that hard liquor up in my cup\nNigga fuckin' it up, look it here\nI goes uh, blocka-blocka, fee-fi-fo\nI smell a nigga fuckin' with my '6-4\nNow, duck down, gots to buck 'em down\nLook around now, y'all done fucked up now\n(BEEP) Here he come, clear the location\nIn the West Coast formation, back up outta the gangsta nation\nSwervin' through L.A. and surplus hanky wavin'\nSwangin 'til infinity 'cause niggaz can't fuck with me lyrically\nEverybody Killa, nigga realize who you facin'\nQuick to do you, run it through you with no lubrication\nYou're slap boxin' with a giant smokin' on a Newport\nForfeit and \"Blow The Whistle\", your arms is Too $hort\n\n[Chorus]\nShit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\nThat's what you get when you fuckin' with me\nShit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\nThat's what you get when you fuckin' with me\nShit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\nThat's what you get when you fuckin' with me\nThey call me Dub Sizzle (W.C.) Dub Sizzle (W.C.)\n\n*scratching*\n\n[W.C.]\nFrom L.A. loc, in a Range Rove'\nTwistin' my zag up, back to act up\nHoldin' the stainless, communicatin' with my fingers\nIt's the world famous, world famous\nConcrete safari ass nigga, the kind to reach back\nand slap all the S-Curl out you R&B ass niggaz\nHaters won't say it but I'm one of the greatest\nThe most underrated, Dub fall off, I can't see or feel that picture\nYou got a better chance catchin' me in a Blood gang meetin'\nwith Clay Aiken, Johnny Guild and Little Richard\nBelieve me, niggaz can't see me, I'm the king of the city\nSippin' on Henny, fuckin' my competition if any\nLights out, any nigga around me pullin' the mic out\nis like shit in a ass crack, he gettin' wiped out\nCube turned me up on the beat, so I could tell these niggaz\nwhat it do and what they gettin' fuckin' with me\n\n[Chorus]\nShit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\nThat's what you get when you fuckin' with me\nShit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\nThat's what you get when you fuckin' with me\nShit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\nThat's what you get when you fuckin' with me\nThey call me Dub Sizzle (W.C.) Dub Sizzle (W.C.)\n\n(Now that's my nigga man, that's my young uh, that's my young pit bull\nI have keep him on the chain sometime 'cause he forget uh\nThe nigga forget he in the industry mayne, Crip loco cuh)\n\nBelieve y'all be runnin', anybody round here fuckin' with Dub\nLoc who fuckin' with Dub? Look it here\nSmokin' weed, gettin' money with the hard liquor up in my cup\nNigga fuckin' it up, look it here","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.67] Wc\n[00:04.49] Guilty by Affiliation\n[00:06.20] Jack and the Bean Stalk\n[00:07.11] [Chorus]\n[00:20.62] Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n[00:23.32] That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n[00:25.10] Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n[00:27.89] That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n[00:30.56] Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n[00:33.26] That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n[00:35.04] They call me Dub Sizzle (W.C.) Dub Sizzle (W.C.)\n[00:38.61] [W.C.]\n[00:41.37] Dub sheisty, I'm thirsty nigga, ready to eat\n[00:43.11] Lench Mob 'til I die if the world ain't ready for me\n[00:45.92] It's that Big Swang affiliate, got ya feelin' it\n[00:48.54] like 10 inches of ashey dick in fresher pussy, a nigga be killin' it\n[00:51.34] Peep the delivery, what I'm deliverin', more than the average\n[00:54.91] Parental Discretion, Dub is a savage\n[00:56.75] I'm harder than Michael Jackson dick in a daycare\n[00:59.48] And I'll beat a rappin' bitch up too 'cause I don't play fair\n[01:01.23] In the throne I sit, with a jar of Vaseline jackin' off\n[01:04.87] to my videos 'cause I'm on my own dick\n[01:06.65] Gettin' my jerk on 'cause y'all niggaz ain't gangsta\n[01:09.40] With them tight ass Mel-donna v-neck t-shirts on\n[01:12.02] Fuck all y'all, I'll put the slug in through your chest\n[01:14.76] W.C. bitch, I put the W in the West (Westside!)\n[01:17.47] Who got 'em shakin' like Parkinson Disease?\n[01:20.15] Dub Sizzle, ain't a nigga reppin' harder than me\n[01:21.96] [Chorus]\n[01:22.80] Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n[01:25.57] That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n[01:27.33] Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n[01:30.00] That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n[01:33.67] Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n[01:35.45] That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n[01:38.32] They call me Dub Sizzle (W.C.) Dub Sizzle (W.C.)\n[01:41.00] [W.C.]\n[01:43.75] Believe y'all be runnin', anybody round here fuckin' with Dub\n[01:46.41] Loc who fuckin' with Dub? Look it here\n[01:49.17] Smokin' weed, gettin' the money with that hard liquor up in my cup\n[01:51.81] Nigga fuckin' it up, look it here\n[01:53.66] I goes uh, blocka-blocka, fee-fi-fo\n[01:56.38] I smell a nigga fuckin' with my '6-4\n[01:59.09] Now, duck down, gots to buck 'em down\n[02:01.77] Look around now, y'all done fucked up now\n[02:04.40] (BEEP) Here he come, clear the location\n[02:07.13] In the West Coast formation, back up outta the gangsta nation\n[02:09.81] Swervin' through L.A. and surplus hanky wavin'\n[02:12.51] Swangin 'til infinity 'cause niggaz can't fuck with me lyrically\n[02:15.28] Everybody Killa, nigga realize who you facin'\n[02:17.90] Quick to do you, run it through you with no lubrication\n[02:19.75] You're slap boxin' with a giant smokin' on a Newport\n[02:22.46] Forfeit and \"Blow The Whistle\", your arms is Too $hort\n[02:25.15] [Chorus]\n[02:26.05] Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n[02:27.88] That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n[02:30.52] Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n[02:33.22] That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n[02:35.94] Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n[02:38.68] That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n[02:40.43] They call me Dub Sizzle (W.C.) Dub Sizzle (W.C.)\n[02:44.00] *scratching*\n[02:50.32] [W.C.]\n[03:07.13] From L.A. loc, in a Range Rove'\n[03:09.88] Twistin' my zag up, back to act up\n[03:12.57] Holdin' the stainless, communicatin' with my fingers\n[03:15.25] It's the world famous, world famous\n[03:17.99] Concrete safari ass nigga, the kind to reach back\n[03:20.63] and slap all the S-Curl out you R&B ass niggaz\n[03:22.47] Haters won't say it but I'm one of the greatest\n[03:25.16] The most underrated, Dub fall off, I can't see or feel that picture\n[03:28.75] You got a better chance catchin' me in a Blood gang meetin'\n[03:31.43] with Clay Aiken, Johnny Guild and Little Richard\n[03:34.15] Believe me, niggaz can't see me, I'm the king of the city\n[03:35.94] Sippin' on Henny, fuckin' my competition if any\n[03:38.60] Lights out, any nigga around me pullin' the mic out\n[03:41.36] is like shit in a ass crack, he gettin' wiped out\n[03:44.07] Cube turned me up on the beat, so I could tell these niggaz\n[03:46.71] what it do and what they gettin' fuckin' with me\n[03:48.58] [Chorus]\n[03:49.45] Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n[03:51.21] That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n[03:53.93] Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n[03:56.61] That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n[03:59.37] Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n[04:02.09] That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n[04:03.89] They call me Dub Sizzle (W.C.) Dub Sizzle (W.C.)\n[04:10.19] (Now that's my nigga man, that's my young uh, that's my young pit bull\n[04:13.72] I have keep him on the chain sometime 'cause he forget uh\n[04:17.33] The nigga forget he in the industry mayne, Crip loco cuh)\n[04:20.08] Believe y'all be runnin', anybody round here fuckin' with Dub\n[04:22.76] Loc who fuckin' with Dub? Look it here\n[04:25.44] Smokin' weed, gettin' money with the hard liquor up in my cup\n[04:28.10] Nigga fuckin' it up, look it here\n[04:29.99] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Jack and the Bean Stalk\n  artist: WC\n  album: Guilty by Affiliation\n  duration_ms: 285000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Wc\n  start_ms: 2670\n  end_ms: 4490\n- text: Guilty by Affiliation\n  start_ms: 4490\n  end_ms: 6200\n- text: Jack and the Bean Stalk\n  start_ms: 6200\n  end_ms: 7110\n- text: '[Chorus]'\n  start_ms: 7110\n  end_ms: 20620\n- text: Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n  start_ms: 20620\n  end_ms: 23320\n- text: That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n  start_ms: 23320\n  end_ms: 25100\n- text: Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n  start_ms: 25100\n  end_ms: 27890\n- text: That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n  start_ms: 27890\n  end_ms: 30560\n- text: Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n  start_ms: 30560\n  end_ms: 33260\n- text: That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n  start_ms: 33260\n  end_ms: 35040\n- text: They call me Dub Sizzle (W.C.) Dub Sizzle (W.C.)\n  start_ms: 35040\n  end_ms: 38610\n- text: '[W.C.]'\n  start_ms: 38610\n  end_ms: 41370\n- text: Dub sheisty, I'm thirsty nigga, ready to eat\n  start_ms: 41370\n  end_ms: 43110\n- text: Lench Mob 'til I die if the world ain't ready for me\n  start_ms: 43110\n  end_ms: 45920\n- text: It's that Big Swang affiliate, got ya feelin' it\n  start_ms: 45920\n  end_ms: 48540\n- text: like 10 inches of ashey dick in fresher pussy, a nigga be killin' it\n  start_ms: 48540\n  end_ms: 51340\n- text: Peep the delivery, what I'm deliverin', more than the average\n  start_ms: 51340\n  end_ms: 54910\n- text: Parental Discretion, Dub is a savage\n  start_ms: 54910\n  end_ms: 56750\n- text: I'm harder than Michael Jackson dick in a daycare\n  start_ms: 56750\n  end_ms: 59480\n- text: And I'll beat a rappin' bitch up too 'cause I don't play fair\n  start_ms: 59480\n  end_ms: 61230\n- text: In the throne I sit, with a jar of Vaseline jackin' off\n  start_ms: 61230\n  end_ms: 64870\n- text: to my videos 'cause I'm on my own dick\n  start_ms: 64870\n  end_ms: 66650\n- text: Gettin' my jerk on 'cause y'all niggaz ain't gangsta\n  start_ms: 66650\n  end_ms: 69400\n- text: With them tight ass Mel-donna v-neck t-shirts on\n  start_ms: 69400\n  end_ms: 72020\n- text: Fuck all y'all, I'll put the slug in through your chest\n  start_ms: 72020\n  end_ms: 74760\n- text: W.C. bitch, I put the W in the West (Westside!)\n  start_ms: 74760\n  end_ms: 77470\n- text: Who got 'em shakin' like Parkinson Disease?\n  start_ms: 77470\n  end_ms: 80150\n- text: Dub Sizzle, ain't a nigga reppin' harder than me\n  start_ms: 80150\n  end_ms: 81960\n- text: '[Chorus]'\n  start_ms: 81960\n  end_ms: 82800\n- text: Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n  start_ms: 82800\n  end_ms: 85570\n- text: That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n  start_ms: 85570\n  end_ms: 87330\n- text: Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n  start_ms: 87330\n  end_ms: 90000\n- text: That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n  start_ms: 90000\n  end_ms: 93670\n- text: Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n  start_ms: 93670\n  end_ms: 95450\n- text: That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n  start_ms: 95450\n  end_ms: 98320\n- text: They call me Dub Sizzle (W.C.) 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Look it here\n  start_ms: 106410\n  end_ms: 109170\n- text: Smokin' weed, gettin' the money with that hard liquor up in my cup\n  start_ms: 109170\n  end_ms: 111810\n- text: Nigga fuckin' it up, look it here\n  start_ms: 111810\n  end_ms: 113660\n- text: I goes uh, blocka-blocka, fee-fi-fo\n  start_ms: 113660\n  end_ms: 116380\n- text: I smell a nigga fuckin' with my '6-4\n  start_ms: 116380\n  end_ms: 119090\n- text: Now, duck down, gots to buck 'em down\n  start_ms: 119090\n  end_ms: 121770\n- text: Look around now, y'all done fucked up now\n  start_ms: 121770\n  end_ms: 124400\n- text: (BEEP) Here he come, clear the location\n  start_ms: 124400\n  end_ms: 127130\n- text: In the West Coast formation, back up outta the gangsta nation\n  start_ms: 127130\n  end_ms: 129810\n- text: Swervin' through L.A. and surplus hanky wavin'\n  start_ms: 129810\n  end_ms: 132510\n- text: Swangin 'til infinity 'cause niggaz can't fuck with me lyrically\n  start_ms: 132510\n  end_ms: 135280\n- text: Everybody Killa, nigga realize who you facin'\n  start_ms: 135280\n  end_ms: 137900\n- text: Quick to do you, run it through you with no lubrication\n  start_ms: 137900\n  end_ms: 139750\n- text: You're slap boxin' with a giant smokin' on a Newport\n  start_ms: 139750\n  end_ms: 142460\n- text: Forfeit and \"Blow The Whistle\", your arms is Too $hort\n  start_ms: 142460\n  end_ms: 145150\n- text: '[Chorus]'\n  start_ms: 145150\n  end_ms: 146050\n- text: Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n  start_ms: 146050\n  end_ms: 147880\n- text: That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n  start_ms: 147880\n  end_ms: 150520\n- text: Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n  start_ms: 150520\n  end_ms: 153220\n- text: That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n  start_ms: 153220\n  end_ms: 155940\n- text: Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n  start_ms: 155940\n  end_ms: 158680\n- text: That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n  start_ms: 158680\n  end_ms: 160430\n- text: They call me Dub Sizzle (W.C.) Dub Sizzle (W.C.)\n  start_ms: 160430\n  end_ms: 164000\n- text: '*scratching*'\n  start_ms: 164000\n  end_ms: 170320\n- text: '[W.C.]'\n  start_ms: 170320\n  end_ms: 187130\n- text: From L.A. loc, in a Range Rove'\n  start_ms: 187130\n  end_ms: 189880\n- text: Twistin' my zag up, back to act up\n  start_ms: 189880\n  end_ms: 192570\n- text: Holdin' the stainless, communicatin' with my fingers\n  start_ms: 192570\n  end_ms: 195250\n- text: It's the world famous, world famous\n  start_ms: 195250\n  end_ms: 197990\n- text: Concrete safari ass nigga, the kind to reach back\n  start_ms: 197990\n  end_ms: 200630\n- text: and slap all the S-Curl out you R&B ass niggaz\n  start_ms: 200630\n  end_ms: 202470\n- text: Haters won't say it but I'm one of the greatest\n  start_ms: 202470\n  end_ms: 205160\n- text: The most underrated, Dub fall off, I can't see or feel that picture\n  start_ms: 205160\n  end_ms: 208750\n- text: You got a better chance catchin' me in a Blood gang meetin'\n  start_ms: 208750\n  end_ms: 211430\n- text: with Clay Aiken, Johnny Guild and Little Richard\n  start_ms: 211430\n  end_ms: 214150\n- text: Believe me, niggaz can't see me, I'm the king of the city\n  start_ms: 214150\n  end_ms: 215940\n- text: Sippin' on Henny, fuckin' my competition if any\n  start_ms: 215940\n  end_ms: 218600\n- text: Lights out, any nigga around me pullin' the mic out\n  start_ms: 218600\n  end_ms: 221360\n- text: is like shit in a ass crack, he gettin' wiped out\n  start_ms: 221360\n  end_ms: 224070\n- text: Cube turned me up on the beat, so I could tell these niggaz\n  start_ms: 224070\n  end_ms: 226710\n- text: what it do and what they gettin' fuckin' with me\n  start_ms: 226710\n  end_ms: 228580\n- text: '[Chorus]'\n  start_ms: 228580\n  end_ms: 229450\n- text: Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n  start_ms: 229450\n  end_ms: 231210\n- text: That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n  start_ms: 231210\n  end_ms: 233930\n- text: Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n  start_ms: 233930\n  end_ms: 236610\n- text: That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n  start_ms: 236610\n  end_ms: 239370\n- text: Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n  start_ms: 239370\n  end_ms: 242090\n- text: That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n  start_ms: 242090\n  end_ms: 243890\n- text: They call me Dub Sizzle (W.C.) Dub Sizzle (W.C.)\n  start_ms: 243890\n  end_ms: 250190\n- text: (Now that's my nigga man, that's my young uh, that's my young pit bull\n  start_ms: 250190\n  end_ms: 253720\n- text: I have keep him on the chain sometime 'cause he forget uh\n  start_ms: 253720\n  end_ms: 257330\n- text: The nigga forget he in the industry mayne, Crip loco cuh)\n  start_ms: 257330\n  end_ms: 260080\n- text: Believe y'all be runnin', anybody round here fuckin' with Dub\n  start_ms: 260080\n  end_ms: 262760\n- text: Loc who fuckin' with Dub? Look it here\n  start_ms: 262760\n  end_ms: 265440\n- text: Smokin' weed, gettin' money with the hard liquor up in my cup\n  start_ms: 265440\n  end_ms: 268100\n- text: Nigga fuckin' it up, look it here\n  start_ms: 268100\n  end_ms: 269990\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 269990\nplain: |-\n  Wc\n  Guilty by Affiliation\n  Jack and the Bean Stalk\n  [Chorus]\n  Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n  That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n  Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n  That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n  Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n  That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n  They call me Dub Sizzle (W.C.) Dub Sizzle (W.C.)\n\n  [W.C.]\n  Dub sheisty, I'm thirsty nigga, ready to eat\n  Lench Mob 'til I die if the world ain't ready for me\n  It's that Big Swang affiliate, got ya feelin' it\n  like 10 inches of ashey dick in fresher pussy, a nigga be killin' it\n  Peep the delivery, what I'm deliverin', more than the average\n  Parental Discretion, Dub is a savage\n  I'm harder than Michael Jackson dick in a daycare\n  And I'll beat a rappin' bitch up too 'cause I don't play fair\n  In the throne I sit, with a jar of Vaseline jackin' off\n  to my videos 'cause I'm on my own dick\n  Gettin' my jerk on 'cause y'all niggaz ain't gangsta\n  With them tight ass Mel-donna v-neck t-shirts on\n  Fuck all y'all, I'll put the slug in through your chest\n  W.C. bitch, I put the W in the West (Westside!)\n  Who got 'em shakin' like Parkinson Disease?\n  Dub Sizzle, ain't a nigga reppin' harder than me\n\n  [Chorus]\n  Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n  That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n  Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n  That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n  Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n  That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n  They call me Dub Sizzle (W.C.) Dub Sizzle (W.C.)\n\n  [W.C.]\n  Believe y'all be runnin', anybody round here fuckin' with Dub\n  Loc who fuckin' with Dub? Look it here\n  Smokin' weed, gettin' the money with that hard liquor up in my cup\n  Nigga fuckin' it up, look it here\n  I goes uh, blocka-blocka, fee-fi-fo\n  I smell a nigga fuckin' with my '6-4\n  Now, duck down, gots to buck 'em down\n  Look around now, y'all done fucked up now\n  (BEEP) Here he come, clear the location\n  In the West Coast formation, back up outta the gangsta nation\n  Swervin' through L.A. and surplus hanky wavin'\n  Swangin 'til infinity 'cause niggaz can't fuck with me lyrically\n  Everybody Killa, nigga realize who you facin'\n  Quick to do you, run it through you with no lubrication\n  You're slap boxin' with a giant smokin' on a Newport\n  Forfeit and \"Blow The Whistle\", your arms is Too $hort\n\n  [Chorus]\n  Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n  That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n  Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n  That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n  Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n  That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n  They call me Dub Sizzle (W.C.) Dub Sizzle (W.C.)\n\n  *scratching*\n\n  [W.C.]\n  From L.A. loc, in a Range Rove'\n  Twistin' my zag up, back to act up\n  Holdin' the stainless, communicatin' with my fingers\n  It's the world famous, world famous\n  Concrete safari ass nigga, the kind to reach back\n  and slap all the S-Curl out you R&B ass niggaz\n  Haters won't say it but I'm one of the greatest\n  The most underrated, Dub fall off, I can't see or feel that picture\n  You got a better chance catchin' me in a Blood gang meetin'\n  with Clay Aiken, Johnny Guild and Little Richard\n  Believe me, niggaz can't see me, I'm the king of the city\n  Sippin' on Henny, fuckin' my competition if any\n  Lights out, any nigga around me pullin' the mic out\n  is like shit in a ass crack, he gettin' wiped out\n  Cube turned me up on the beat, so I could tell these niggaz\n  what it do and what they gettin' fuckin' with me\n\n  [Chorus]\n  Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n  That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n  Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n  That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n  Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk\n  That's what you get when you fuckin' with me\n  They call me Dub Sizzle (W.C.) Dub Sizzle (W.C.)\n\n  (Now that's my nigga man, that's my young uh, that's my young pit bull\n  I have keep him on the chain sometime 'cause he forget uh\n  The nigga forget he in the industry mayne, Crip loco cuh)\n\n  Believe y'all be runnin', anybody round here fuckin' with Dub\n  Loc who fuckin' with Dub? Look it here\n  Smokin' weed, gettin' money with the hard liquor up in my cup\n  Nigga fuckin' it up, look it here\n"},{"id":10480529,"name":"Keep It 100","trackName":"Keep It 100","artistName":"WC","albumName":"Guilty by Affiliation","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Crazy Toones, my DJ\nWhen he play, you obey\nCrazy Toones, my DJ\nWhen he play, you obey\nCrazy Toones, my DJ\nWhen he play, you obey\nCrazy Toones, my DJ\nWhen he play, you obey\n\n[Chorus:]\n(Rollin' through the hood) I'ma keep it 100\nI'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100\n(What you talkin' bout?) I'ma keep it 100\nI'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100\n(Keep it cool dogg) I'ma keep it 100\nI'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100\n(Act a fool dogg) I'ma keep it 100\nI'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100\n\n[W.C.:]\nNow the party didn't start 'til Dub bailed in\nWith a fresh white on smellin' like Patron\nBlue pro fitted tilted to the side of the dome\nFo'-five on my side, nigga never alone\nI'm the last of the reputables, jumpin' off the handlebars\nStill gettin' money off the yola white scrambled hard\nThree-wheelin' in a Caddy Brougham\nIt ain't P. Diddy bitch but tell 'em daddy's home\nIn a big frame, Big Swang, nigga just switched lanes\nNow it's Lench Mob on the end of that chain\nNow we clutchin' that clutch, all in the guts of these sluts\nLench Mob baby, ain't nobody fuckin' with us\nW.C. the sickest, viscous, grip trig's and switches\nBack givin' nig's the business\nDown on my knees 'bout to gamble and shoot\n(Serve they ass homie) Niggaz can't handle the truth\n\n[Chorus:]\n(When I'm in the hood) I'ma keep it 100\nI'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100\n(What you talkin' bout?) I'ma keep it 100\nI'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100\n(Keep it cool dogg) I'ma keep it 100\nI'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100\n(Act a fool dogg) I'ma keep it 100\nI'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100\n\n[W.C.:]\nSmokin' on that good thang known as the kush mayne\nLaced with the hash oil, nigga that's a hood thang\nHood money, hood fast livin'\nThe wrong Starter cap will get you a hood ass kickin'\nOne name, gun flame, little niggaz wanna bang\nRide on me mayne, but on mine it's a money thang\nBut I still run the land, with the gun in hand\nCause one shell will have yo' ass doin' the runnin' man\nCalifoolya, better keep your Calico\nCause round here niggaz don't scrap no more\nAnd since niggaz ain't squabbin' no more\nI keep somethin' to make your chain hang low\nAnd make it wobble to the floor\nI squeeze heat, fuck your day up like\nBarbeque sauce on a brand-new creased T\nNow who gon' bring the West back?\nI don't know but I did my job, I put this bitch on the map\n\n[Chorus:]\n(When I'm in the hood) I'ma keep it 100\nI'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100\n(What you talkin' bout?) I'ma keep it 100\nI'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100\n(Keep it cool dogg) I'ma keep it 100\nI'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100\n(Act a fool dogg) I'ma keep it 100\nI'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100\n\n[W.C.:]\nI'm a legend, G, however niggaz wanna put it\nThrew the dub up so long my fingers goin' crooked\nThe West ain't dead, I'm all the proof you need\nIn the Cadillac off of Grey Goose and weed\nIn the studio tryin' to balance the two\nOne pocket full of rap money, the other crack residue\nFlag hangin' out my motherfuckin' jeans\nHopin' hip-hop come with dirty money to clean\nSouth Central is MySpace nigga, but I ain't on the internet\nMotherfucker I'm in the set\nSo don't make me have to come to your video set\nWith a chopper on my seat like Maurice Clarrett\nI'll get at ya, niggaz know the stature\nMy fanbase, Corcoran to Pelican Bay to Calipatria\nDub still the nigga, so throw your fingers up in the sky\nIf you's a real nigga I'ma keep it real nigga\n\n[Chorus:]\n(When I'm in the hood) I'ma keep it 100\nI'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100\n(What you talkin' bout?) I'ma keep it 100\nI'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100\n(Keep it cool dogg) I'ma keep it 100\nI'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100\n(Act a fool dogg) I'ma keep it 100\nI'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100\n\nCrazy Toones, my DJ\nWhen he play, you obey\nCrazy Toones, my DJ\nWhen he play, you obey\nCrazy Toones, my DJ\nWhen he play, you obey\nCrazy Toones, my DJ\nWhen he play, you obey","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Keep It 100\n  artist: WC\n  album: Guilty by Affiliation\n  duration_ms: 258000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Crazy Toones, my DJ\n  When he play, you obey\n  Crazy Toones, my DJ\n  When he play, you obey\n  Crazy Toones, my DJ\n  When he play, you obey\n  Crazy Toones, my DJ\n  When he play, you obey\n\n  [Chorus:]\n  (Rollin' through the hood) I'ma keep it 100\n  I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100\n  (What you talkin' bout?) I'ma keep it 100\n  I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100\n  (Keep it cool dogg) I'ma keep it 100\n  I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100\n  (Act a fool dogg) I'ma keep it 100\n  I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100\n\n  [W.C.:]\n  Now the party didn't start 'til Dub bailed in\n  With a fresh white on smellin' like Patron\n  Blue pro fitted tilted to the side of the dome\n  Fo'-five on my side, nigga never alone\n  I'm the last of the reputables, jumpin' off the handlebars\n  Still gettin' money off the yola white scrambled hard\n  Three-wheelin' in a Caddy Brougham\n  It ain't P. Diddy bitch but tell 'em daddy's home\n  In a big frame, Big Swang, nigga just switched lanes\n  Now it's Lench Mob on the end of that chain\n  Now we clutchin' that clutch, all in the guts of these sluts\n  Lench Mob baby, ain't nobody fuckin' with us\n  W.C. the sickest, viscous, grip trig's and switches\n  Back givin' nig's the business\n  Down on my knees 'bout to gamble and shoot\n  (Serve they ass homie) Niggaz can't handle the truth\n\n  [Chorus:]\n  (When I'm in the hood) I'ma keep it 100\n  I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100\n  (What you talkin' bout?) I'ma keep it 100\n  I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100\n  (Keep it cool dogg) I'ma keep it 100\n  I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100\n  (Act a fool dogg) I'ma keep it 100\n  I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100\n\n  [W.C.:]\n  Smokin' on that good thang known as the kush mayne\n  Laced with the hash oil, nigga that's a hood thang\n  Hood money, hood fast livin'\n  The wrong Starter cap will get you a hood ass kickin'\n  One name, gun flame, little niggaz wanna bang\n  Ride on me mayne, but on mine it's a money thang\n  But I still run the land, with the gun in hand\n  Cause one shell will have yo' ass doin' the runnin' man\n  Califoolya, better keep your Calico\n  Cause round here niggaz don't scrap no more\n  And since niggaz ain't squabbin' no more\n  I keep somethin' to make your chain hang low\n  And make it wobble to the floor\n  I squeeze heat, fuck your day up like\n  Barbeque sauce on a brand-new creased T\n  Now who gon' bring the West back?\n  I don't know but I did my job, I put this bitch on the map\n\n  [Chorus:]\n  (When I'm in the hood) I'ma keep it 100\n  I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100\n  (What you talkin' bout?) I'ma keep it 100\n  I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100\n  (Keep it cool dogg) I'ma keep it 100\n  I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100\n  (Act a fool dogg) I'ma keep it 100\n  I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100\n\n  [W.C.:]\n  I'm a legend, G, however niggaz wanna put it\n  Threw the dub up so long my fingers goin' crooked\n  The West ain't dead, I'm all the proof you need\n  In the Cadillac off of Grey Goose and weed\n  In the studio tryin' to balance the two\n  One pocket full of rap money, the other crack residue\n  Flag hangin' out my motherfuckin' jeans\n  Hopin' hip-hop come with dirty money to clean\n  South Central is MySpace nigga, but I ain't on the internet\n  Motherfucker I'm in the set\n  So don't make me have to come to your video set\n  With a chopper on my seat like Maurice Clarrett\n  I'll get at ya, niggaz know the stature\n  My fanbase, Corcoran to Pelican Bay to Calipatria\n  Dub still the nigga, so throw your fingers up in the sky\n  If you's a real nigga I'ma keep it real nigga\n\n  [Chorus:]\n  (When I'm in the hood) I'ma keep it 100\n  I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100\n  (What you talkin' bout?) I'ma keep it 100\n  I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100\n  (Keep it cool dogg) I'ma keep it 100\n  I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100\n  (Act a fool dogg) I'ma keep it 100\n  I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100\n\n  Crazy Toones, my DJ\n  When he play, you obey\n  Crazy Toones, my DJ\n  When he play, you obey\n  Crazy Toones, my DJ\n  When he play, you obey\n  Crazy Toones, my DJ\n  When he play, you obey\n"},{"id":10480586,"name":"Gang Injunctions","trackName":"Gang Injunctions","artistName":"WC","albumName":"Guilty by Affiliation","duration":177.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Chorus: x2]\nYou know it's hard out here on a G\nAll these gang injuctions and the penitentiary\nGotta watch these snitches and witnesses\ncause Arnold Swastika, I mean Schwarzenegger\ngot us facin' life sentences\n[W.C.:]\n\nThat's why I'm in this shit and spit it like a lugi\nSchooled by niggaz raised under the umbrella held by Tookie\nAnd I ain't leavin 'til they cuff me and book me\nStrap me to a jail, take my life away like Tookie\nStrap kept under the seat, 'cause niggaz can't kill these streets\nAnd in these streets the gutter is me\nLike wheat bread leanin' on peanut butter is me\nHouse shoes and a Benz, ain't a nigga gutter as me\nShots to all the gillas and killas lovin' a G\nFrom Down South to Chi-Town or up in the D\nAnd to you lames who ain't fuckin' with me, I ain't trippin'\nThis is for my niggaz slangin' them P's and cuttin' the D\n[Chorus:]\n\n(From the school of hard knocks, I took the G class)\n(C'mon, clipped up, pimped up, neea)\n(From the school of hard knocks), (Blow yo' ass off the map)\n(Stacey Adams tip spiffed up, golf hat flipped up)\nYou know it's hard out here on a G\nAll these gang injuctions and the penitentiary\nGotta watch these snitches and witnesses\ncause Arnold Swastika, I mean Schwarzenegger\ngot us facin' life sentences\n[W.C.:]\n\nW.C., I come with no bullshit introduction\nNo tail tuckin', no dick suckin', no false identity\nNo sympathy, no lyin' about my street credibility\nNo fake gang stories, no fakin' for the fame or glory\nNo fakin' of claimin' the territory\nBut when confronted by reputables, niggaz changin' they stories\nFag niggaz, you could get mad nigga\nBut the truth is the truth, I ain't no kiss ass nigga\nI'm a stomp down nigga, Chuck tongue down nigga\nLeave yo' ass on the steering wheel slumped down nigga\nPistol pumpin' down niggaz, quick to bust a round nigga\nBust a U and turn around nigga, dump now nigga\nDub make the thang knock, flame go pop\nThrow slugs and that shit you niggaz rappin' bout you ain't got\nGoodnight motherfuckers, it's curtains for you\nsoft ass Brian McKnight nice soundin' motherfuckers\n[Chorus:]\n\n(From the school of hard knocks, I took the G class)\n(C'mon, clipped up, pimped up, neea)\n(From the school of hard knocks), (Blow yo' ass off the map)\n(Stacey Adams tip spiffed up, golf hat flipped up)\nYou know it's hard out here on a G\nAll these gang injuctions and the penitentiary\nGotta watch these snitches and witnesses\nThis Arnold Swastika, I mean Schwarzenegger\ngot us facin' life sentences\nYou know it's hard out here on a G\nAll these gang injuctions and the penitentiary\nGotta watch these snitches and witnesses\nThis Arnold Swastika, I mean Schwarzenegger\ngot us facin' life sentences","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gang Injunctions\n  artist: WC\n  album: Guilty by Affiliation\n  duration_ms: 177000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Chorus: x2]\n  You know it's hard out here on a G\n  All these gang injuctions and the penitentiary\n  Gotta watch these snitches and witnesses\n  cause Arnold Swastika, I mean Schwarzenegger\n  got us facin' life sentences\n  [W.C.:]\n\n  That's why I'm in this shit and spit it like a lugi\n  Schooled by niggaz raised under the umbrella held by Tookie\n  And I ain't leavin 'til they cuff me and book me\n  Strap me to a jail, take my life away like Tookie\n  Strap kept under the seat, 'cause niggaz can't kill these streets\n  And in these streets the gutter is me\n  Like wheat bread leanin' on peanut butter is me\n  House shoes and a Benz, ain't a nigga gutter as me\n  Shots to all the gillas and killas lovin' a G\n  From Down South to Chi-Town or up in the D\n  And to you lames who ain't fuckin' with me, I ain't trippin'\n  This is for my niggaz slangin' them P's and cuttin' the D\n  [Chorus:]\n\n  (From the school of hard knocks, I took the G class)\n  (C'mon, clipped up, pimped up, neea)\n  (From the school of hard knocks), (Blow yo' ass off the map)\n  (Stacey Adams tip spiffed up, golf hat flipped up)\n  You know it's hard out here on a G\n  All these gang injuctions and the penitentiary\n  Gotta watch these snitches and witnesses\n  cause Arnold Swastika, I mean Schwarzenegger\n  got us facin' life sentences\n  [W.C.:]\n\n  W.C., I come with no bullshit introduction\n  No tail tuckin', no dick suckin', no false identity\n  No sympathy, no lyin' about my street credibility\n  No fake gang stories, no fakin' for the fame or glory\n  No fakin' of claimin' the territory\n  But when confronted by reputables, niggaz changin' they stories\n  Fag niggaz, you could get mad nigga\n  But the truth is the truth, I ain't no kiss ass nigga\n  I'm a stomp down nigga, Chuck tongue down nigga\n  Leave yo' ass on the steering wheel slumped down nigga\n  Pistol pumpin' down niggaz, quick to bust a round nigga\n  Bust a U and turn around nigga, dump now nigga\n  Dub make the thang knock, flame go pop\n  Throw slugs and that shit you niggaz rappin' bout you ain't got\n  Goodnight motherfuckers, it's curtains for you\n  soft ass Brian McKnight nice soundin' motherfuckers\n  [Chorus:]\n\n  (From the school of hard knocks, I took the G class)\n  (C'mon, clipped up, pimped up, neea)\n  (From the school of hard knocks), (Blow yo' ass off the map)\n  (Stacey Adams tip spiffed up, golf hat flipped up)\n  You know it's hard out here on a G\n  All these gang injuctions and the penitentiary\n  Gotta watch these snitches and witnesses\n  This Arnold Swastika, I mean Schwarzenegger\n  got us facin' life sentences\n  You know it's hard out here on a G\n  All these gang injuctions and the penitentiary\n  Gotta watch these snitches and witnesses\n  This Arnold Swastika, I mean Schwarzenegger\n  got us facin' life sentences\n"},{"id":10480507,"name":"This Is Los Angeles","trackName":"This Is Los Angeles","artistName":"WC","albumName":"Guilty by Affiliation","duration":186.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This is Los Angeles, gang capital of the nation\nGang capital of the nation, this is Los Angeles\n\nI was raised in the hood called what the fuck, nigga\nW.C, ya better duck, nigga, fuck me, you're out of luck, nigga\nThis is Los Angeles, this is Los Angeles\n\nI was raised in the hood called what the fuck, nigga\nW.C, ya better duck, nigga, fuck me, you're out of luck, nigga\nThis is Los, this is Los Angeles\n\nThis shit don't stop, I'm still stackin' my cash\nOut in the backyard with niggaz hidin' crack in they ass\nIt's gettin' kinda hot but I ain't leavin' the spot\n†Coz don't nobody give a fuck if I'm eatin' or not, nigga\n\nSouth Central, the gangbang capital\nWhere gun fire's ramped, the one time be gafflin'\nMurder is a headline\nHalf an ounce of chronic is a misdemeanor\nOne gram of hard is fed' time\n\nThe name of the game is survival\nKeep the thang on me like a preacher do a Bible\nFuck unity, ain't no motherfuckin' one love\nCrips killin' Crips, nigga, Bloods killin' Bloods\n\nNiggaz tellin', gotta stay outta dodge\nOn the stand y'all be singin' like Mary J. Blige\nBut I'ma stay cockin' my pistol\nGoin' hard in the paint, niggaz can't stop my dribble\n\nI was raised in the hood called what the fuck, nigga\nW.C, ya better duck, nigga, fuck me, you're out of luck, nigga\nThis is Los Angeles, this is Los Angeles\n\nI was raised in the hood called what the fuck, nigga\nW.C, ya better duck, nigga, fuck me, you're out of luck, nigga\nThis is Los, this is Los Angeles\n\nGang capital of the nation, gang capital of the nation\nThis is Los Angeles, this is Los Angeles\n\nI was raised in the hood called what the fuck, nigga\nW.C, ya better duck, nigga, fuck me, you're out of luck, nigga\nThis is Los Angeles, this is Los Angeles\n\nOut the belly of CA, hated by the D.A.\nSkatin' in a '6-trey drinkin' on E&J\nEverything will C okay\nAs I turn this bottle for my niggaz the old way\n\nSouth Central L.A. where every day\nThe LAPD ghetto bird be yellin' freeze on the PA\nYou know they wanna lock us away, they laughin' away\nWhile we killin' each other, the blacks and the eses\n\nFuck how much money you make, they gon' hate\nBallin' ass nigga, they gon' still treat ya like O.J.\nThe stereotypes don't go away\nLittle nigga, nice car, where the kilos lay?\n\nThe po-po wanna send us where the P.O.'s play\nThinkin' we all get our money the †Carlito's Way'\nCharles Manson can kill and live to see another day\nBut if you're black like Tookie they gon' steal you away\n\nI was raised in the hood called what the fuck, nigga\nW.C, ya better duck, nigga, fuck me, you're out of luck, nigga\nThis is Los Angeles, this is Los Angeles\n\nI was raised in the hood called what the fuck, nigga\nW.C, ya better duck, nigga, fuck me, you're out of luck, nigga\nThis is Los, this is Los Angeles","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: This Is Los Angeles\n  artist: WC\n  album: Guilty by Affiliation\n  duration_ms: 186000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This is Los Angeles, gang capital of the nation\n  Gang capital of the nation, this is Los Angeles\n\n  I was raised in the hood called what the fuck, nigga\n  W.C, ya better duck, nigga, fuck me, you're out of luck, nigga\n  This is Los Angeles, this is Los Angeles\n\n  I was raised in the hood called what the fuck, nigga\n  W.C, ya better duck, nigga, fuck me, you're out of luck, nigga\n  This is Los, this is Los Angeles\n\n  This shit don't stop, I'm still stackin' my cash\n  Out in the backyard with niggaz hidin' crack in they ass\n  It's gettin' kinda hot but I ain't leavin' the spot\n  †Coz don't nobody give a fuck if I'm eatin' or not, nigga\n\n  South Central, the gangbang capital\n  Where gun fire's ramped, the one time be gafflin'\n  Murder is a headline\n  Half an ounce of chronic is a misdemeanor\n  One gram of hard is fed' time\n\n  The name of the game is survival\n  Keep the thang on me like a preacher do a Bible\n  Fuck unity, ain't no motherfuckin' one love\n  Crips killin' Crips, nigga, Bloods killin' Bloods\n\n  Niggaz tellin', gotta stay outta dodge\n  On the stand y'all be singin' like Mary J. Blige\n  But I'ma stay cockin' my pistol\n  Goin' hard in the paint, niggaz can't stop my dribble\n\n  I was raised in the hood called what the fuck, nigga\n  W.C, ya better duck, nigga, fuck me, you're out of luck, nigga\n  This is Los Angeles, this is Los Angeles\n\n  I was raised in the hood called what the fuck, nigga\n  W.C, ya better duck, nigga, fuck me, you're out of luck, nigga\n  This is Los, this is Los Angeles\n\n  Gang capital of the nation, gang capital of the nation\n  This is Los Angeles, this is Los Angeles\n\n  I was raised in the hood called what the fuck, nigga\n  W.C, ya better duck, nigga, fuck me, you're out of luck, nigga\n  This is Los Angeles, this is Los Angeles\n\n  Out the belly of CA, hated by the D.A.\n  Skatin' in a '6-trey drinkin' on E&J\n  Everything will C okay\n  As I turn this bottle for my niggaz the old way\n\n  South Central L.A. where every day\n  The LAPD ghetto bird be yellin' freeze on the PA\n  You know they wanna lock us away, they laughin' away\n  While we killin' each other, the blacks and the eses\n\n  Fuck how much money you make, they gon' hate\n  Ballin' ass nigga, they gon' still treat ya like O.J.\n  The stereotypes don't go away\n  Little nigga, nice car, where the kilos lay?\n\n  The po-po wanna send us where the P.O.'s play\n  Thinkin' we all get our money the †Carlito's Way'\n  Charles Manson can kill and live to see another day\n  But if you're black like Tookie they gon' steal you away\n\n  I was raised in the hood called what the fuck, nigga\n  W.C, ya better duck, nigga, fuck me, you're out of luck, nigga\n  This is Los Angeles, this is Los Angeles\n\n  I was raised in the hood called what the fuck, nigga\n  W.C, ya better duck, nigga, fuck me, you're out of luck, nigga\n  This is Los, this is Los Angeles\n"},{"id":10831713,"name":"West Coast Voodoo (ft. The Game)","trackName":"West Coast Voodoo (ft. The Game)","artistName":"WC","albumName":"Guilty By Affiliation","duration":202.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Twist the cap back and turn it up and\nBack to get it crackin' in this motherfucker\nComin' through like pardon me, excuse me\nSmellin' like ooh-wee in a blue T, y'all know who I be\nDub Sizzleen, eyes full of Visine\nLeanin' in a 745-LI Beam'\nBig bucks and big trucks, buzzed and faded\nYou and that toothpick lookin' drug related\nNew money, new day - same to nigga to pull over\nJump out and knock the Murray's Grease out your toupee\nWest West baby baby, don't test baby baby\n(Here I come with my handkerchief in hand)\nI got 'em packin' the spot like back in the spot\nThis West Coast shit is like crack in the pot\nCan't nobody serve it like I serve it\nGot 'em shakin' like Michael J. Fox, these niggas lookin' nervous\n\nWe do what we do\nThis West Coast is voodoo on you\n(See the Lord is my shepherd\nGot me so hood, a nigga can't help it)\nWe do, what we do\nThis West Coast is voodoo on you\n(And just for the record\nI came in this world by myself and butt naked)\n\nNigga it's time for the re-up\nSince everybody wanna be us, then G up\nBlaze the motherfuckin' weed up\nEverywhere we go they showin' us love\nAnd by the time we leave they throwin' up dubs\nI've been in this shit, almost got 10 in this shit\nYour favorite rapper I done been in his bitch\nWho showed you how to put gold D's on a Bentley?\nThe nigga that showed me, he from Eastside 20's\nI'm the West Coast Don, the Compton phenom\nThat drop bombs on you niggas, nothin' but dope rhymes\nI was coached by the O.G.'s, taught to stay low-key\nNow everybody know me, Mr. Fuck the Police\nUnite the Coast, bury the snitches\nAll my niggas got two strikes and they stare at your bitches\nLike what the fuck you gon' do when niggas run up on you\nWith a gun up on you and pull the trigger nigga\nWelcome to California\n\nWe do what we do\nThis West Coast is voodoo on you\n(See the Lord is my shepherd\nGot me so hood, a nigga can't help it)\nWe do, what we do\nThis West Coast is voodoo on you\n(And just for the record\nI came in this world by myself and butt naked)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: West Coast Voodoo (ft. The Game)\n  artist: WC\n  album: Guilty By Affiliation\n  duration_ms: 202000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Twist the cap back and turn it up and\n  Back to get it crackin' in this motherfucker\n  Comin' through like pardon me, excuse me\n  Smellin' like ooh-wee in a blue T, y'all know who I be\n  Dub Sizzleen, eyes full of Visine\n  Leanin' in a 745-LI Beam'\n  Big bucks and big trucks, buzzed and faded\n  You and that toothpick lookin' drug related\n  New money, new day - same to nigga to pull over\n  Jump out and knock the Murray's Grease out your toupee\n  West West baby baby, don't test baby baby\n  (Here I come with my handkerchief in hand)\n  I got 'em packin' the spot like back in the spot\n  This West Coast shit is like crack in the pot\n  Can't nobody serve it like I serve it\n  Got 'em shakin' like Michael J. Fox, these niggas lookin' nervous\n\n  We do what we do\n  This West Coast is voodoo on you\n  (See the Lord is my shepherd\n  Got me so hood, a nigga can't help it)\n  We do, what we do\n  This West Coast is voodoo on you\n  (And just for the record\n  I came in this world by myself and butt naked)\n\n  Nigga it's time for the re-up\n  Since everybody wanna be us, then G up\n  Blaze the motherfuckin' weed up\n  Everywhere we go they showin' us love\n  And by the time we leave they throwin' up dubs\n  I've been in this shit, almost got 10 in this shit\n  Your favorite rapper I done been in his bitch\n  Who showed you how to put gold D's on a Bentley?\n  The nigga that showed me, he from Eastside 20's\n  I'm the West Coast Don, the Compton phenom\n  That drop bombs on you niggas, nothin' but dope rhymes\n  I was coached by the O.G.'s, taught to stay low-key\n  Now everybody know me, Mr. Fuck the Police\n  Unite the Coast, bury the snitches\n  All my niggas got two strikes and they stare at your bitches\n  Like what the fuck you gon' do when niggas run up on you\n  With a gun up on you and pull the trigger nigga\n  Welcome to California\n\n  We do what we do\n  This West Coast is voodoo on you\n  (See the Lord is my shepherd\n  Got me so hood, a nigga can't help it)\n  We do, what we do\n  This West Coast is voodoo on you\n  (And just for the record\n  I came in this world by myself and butt naked)\n"},{"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"}]