[{"id":14563772,"name":"Late Nite","trackName":"Late Nite","artistName":"WC","albumName":"West Coast Gangsta Shit","duration":278.0923,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Daz: Sup Dub?\nWC: Sup Daz? You know what we are right?\nDaz: Real G shit you know what I'm saying?\nWC: God damn right. Still. What we call it nigga?\nDaz: Westcoast! All day nigga. Yeah. C'mon!\n\n(Still)\nPoppin out a light on a late nite. Fire up a Phillie Blunt to get my head right\nRolling in my 500 Benz\nIn the home of drivebys and ak-matics\n\nI rep this city of angels, wearing round locos, dulo and bangya\nBuilt off the anger\nAttracted to the danger, I love the drama on what it brings\nDrug rank, the game seem like a still of jeans\nBut allusion niggas losin', that's how it goes down\nConclusion ain't losin', when I dump those rounds, at ya clowns (ha ha ha ha)\nHomie don't play that, from then and down now, nigga OG playback (OG nigga!)\nSit back relax, smoke one, let me drive\nGlide though the coastal region, atmosphere, (dead and alive?)\nWeed in the air, dubs up, nigga burn the rubber\nLife ain't fair but take that motherfuckers\nShow them how to come and go then run up they can die slow\nHold court in the street, nigga fuck the po-po\n(?) was stuck in my ways, I can't change\nWorldwide, niggas dyin' for the same old thangs\n\nThe S to O to the U-T-H C-E-N-T-R-A-L\nGot me turnt on, a nigga, It ain't ha-a-ard to tell\nFrom the way I bail\nI'm from the capital L\nA, and you can tell from the way my weed sme-e-ell\nI try to shake it, but I'm in the (deep sorrow?)\nFrom back then when them busters threw led on my car\nSo I cope the automatic, ya, the avoid the close caskets\nEnemies, and all these thirsty-ass ratchets\nNever put your trust in\nThe cemetery is full of niggas who thought that bitch was they best friend\nBut not me, niggas told me, I bang on my loney\nKeep my thang on me, cuz every homie ain't a homie\nAnd all day and late night the bud get lit\nAnd even though its fucked up, nigga I love the shit\nIt ain't a shame, it's the real nigga\nFuck what's right\nFrom my hood to your hood, you know whats up tonight\n\nRoll the ammo\nGood with handles\nPack like rambo, hit the back of the part then gamble\nCalifornia, better keep ya pistol on ya\nCuz every nigga down to shoot ya like Christopher Dorner\nLet the bullets lash out (uh)\nPull the rags on em\nRollin wit' D-A-Z and Dub-C in the glasshouse\nAnd pay homage when you see them fingers swaging\nAin't a damn thang change, but we know what we claiming\n\nWe the west coaster\nDouble barrels in the holster\nFerocious, up on a BEOTCH so you know so\nBlow the roof down\nShut it down so quick\nBy the end of the night, we gone fuck your BITCH (beotch)\nSaid shit that should've come from free dues, get paid\nAin't afraid, point-blank shit get fade\nMade an example what nigga, how you down with\nWest coast mentality is what its killed with\n\nDaz: Yeah, west coast gangsta shit, Dub\nWC: Nothin' less, nigga\nDaz: Yeah, uh\nWC: ha ha ha, can't fuck wit' this\nDaz: BITCH!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.98] Daz: Sup Dub?\n[00:01.83] WC: Sup Daz? You know what we are right?\n[00:06.39] Daz: Real G shit you know what I'm saying?\n[00:09.16] WC: God damn right. Still. What we call it nigga?\n[00:14.56] Daz: Westcoast! All day nigga. Yeah. C'mon!\n[00:22.21] (Still)\n[00:23.18] Poppin out a light on a late nite. Fire up a Phillie Blunt to get my head right\n[00:27.67] Rolling in my 500 Benz\n[00:31.29] In the home of drivebys and ak-matics\n[00:46.21] I rep this city of angels, wearing round locos, dulo and bangya\n[00:50.70] Built off the anger\n[00:52.52] Attracted to the danger, I love the drama on what it brings\n[00:55.29] Drug rank, the game seem like a still of jeans\n[00:58.06] But allusion niggas losin', that's how it goes down\n[01:00.72] Conclusion ain't losin', when I dump those rounds, at ya clowns (ha ha ha ha)\n[01:05.24] Homie don't play that, from then and down now, nigga OG playback (OG nigga!)\n[01:09.75] Sit back relax, smoke one, let me drive\n[01:12.40] Glide though the coastal region, atmosphere, (dead and alive?)\n[01:15.21] Weed in the air, dubs up, nigga burn the rubber\n[01:18.84] Life ain't fair but take that motherfuckers\n[01:21.60] Show them how to come and go then run up they can die slow\n[01:24.34] Hold court in the street, nigga fuck the po-po\n[01:27.12] (?) was stuck in my ways, I can't change\n[01:29.87] Worldwide, niggas dyin' for the same old thangs\n[01:56.11] The S to O to the U-T-H C-E-N-T-R-A-L\n[01:59.73] Got me turnt on, a nigga, It ain't ha-a-ard to tell\n[02:02.42] From the way I bail\n[02:04.23] I'm from the capital L\n[02:05.11] A, and you can tell from the way my weed sme-e-ell\n[02:08.74] I try to shake it, but I'm in the (deep sorrow?)\n[02:11.58] From back then when them busters threw led on my car\n[02:14.20] So I cope the automatic, ya, the avoid the close caskets\n[02:16.98] Enemies, and all these thirsty-ass ratchets\n[02:19.68] Never put your trust in\n[02:21.45] The cemetery is full of niggas who thought that bitch was they best friend\n[02:26.04] But not me, niggas told me, I bang on my loney\n[02:28.79] Keep my thang on me, cuz every homie ain't a homie\n[02:31.44] And all day and late night the bud get lit\n[02:34.11] And even though its fucked up, nigga I love the shit\n[02:36.89] It ain't a shame, it's the real nigga\n[02:38.65] Fuck what's right\n[02:40.52] From my hood to your hood, you know whats up tonight\n[03:07.42] Roll the ammo\n[03:08.34] Good with handles\n[03:09.28] Pack like rambo, hit the back of the part then gamble\n[03:12.84] California, better keep ya pistol on ya\n[03:15.58] Cuz every nigga down to shoot ya like Christopher Dorner\n[03:18.34] Let the bullets lash out (uh)\n[03:20.14] Pull the rags on em\n[03:21.99] Rollin wit' D-A-Z and Dub-C in the glasshouse\n[03:24.69] And pay homage when you see them fingers swaging\n[03:27.35] Ain't a damn thang change, but we know what we claiming\n[03:30.04] We the west coaster\n[03:31.81] Double barrels in the holster\n[03:33.73] Ferocious, up on a BEOTCH so you know so\n[03:35.56] Blow the roof down\n[03:37.35] Shut it down so quick\n[03:39.15] By the end of the night, we gone fuck your BITCH (beotch)\n[03:41.80] Said shit that should've come from free dues, get paid\n[03:44.56] Ain't afraid, point-blank shit get fade\n[03:47.20] Made an example what nigga, how you down with\n[03:50.29] West coast mentality is what its killed with\n[04:05.66] Daz: Yeah, west coast gangsta shit, Dub\n[04:21.08] WC: Nothin' less, nigga\n[04:22.87] Daz: Yeah, uh\n[04:25.52] WC: ha ha ha, can't fuck wit' this\n[04:30.92] Daz: BITCH!\n[04:32.87] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Late Nite\n artist: WC\n album: West Coast Gangsta Shit\n duration_ms: 278092\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Daz: Sup Dub?'\n start_ms: 980\n end_ms: 1830\n- text: 'WC: Sup Daz? 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You know what we are right?\n Daz: Real G shit you know what I'm saying?\n WC: God damn right. Still. What we call it nigga?\n Daz: Westcoast! All day nigga. Yeah. C'mon!\n\n (Still)\n Poppin out a light on a late nite. Fire up a Phillie Blunt to get my head right\n Rolling in my 500 Benz\n In the home of drivebys and ak-matics\n\n I rep this city of angels, wearing round locos, dulo and bangya\n Built off the anger\n Attracted to the danger, I love the drama on what it brings\n Drug rank, the game seem like a still of jeans\n But allusion niggas losin', that's how it goes down\n Conclusion ain't losin', when I dump those rounds, at ya clowns (ha ha ha ha)\n Homie don't play that, from then and down now, nigga OG playback (OG nigga!)\n Sit back relax, smoke one, let me drive\n Glide though the coastal region, atmosphere, (dead and alive?)\n Weed in the air, dubs up, nigga burn the rubber\n Life ain't fair but take that motherfuckers\n Show them how to come and go then run up they can die slow\n Hold court in the street, nigga fuck the po-po\n (?) was stuck in my ways, I can't change\n Worldwide, niggas dyin' for the same old thangs\n\n The S to O to the U-T-H C-E-N-T-R-A-L\n Got me turnt on, a nigga, It ain't ha-a-ard to tell\n From the way I bail\n I'm from the capital L\n A, and you can tell from the way my weed sme-e-ell\n I try to shake it, but I'm in the (deep sorrow?)\n From back then when them busters threw led on my car\n So I cope the automatic, ya, the avoid the close caskets\n Enemies, and all these thirsty-ass ratchets\n Never put your trust in\n The cemetery is full of niggas who thought that bitch was they best friend\n But not me, niggas told me, I bang on my loney\n Keep my thang on me, cuz every homie ain't a homie\n And all day and late night the bud get lit\n And even though its fucked up, nigga I love the shit\n It ain't a shame, it's the real nigga\n Fuck what's right\n From my hood to your hood, you know whats up tonight\n\n Roll the ammo\n Good with handles\n Pack like rambo, hit the back of the part then gamble\n California, better keep ya pistol on ya\n Cuz every nigga down to shoot ya like Christopher Dorner\n Let the bullets lash out (uh)\n Pull the rags on em\n Rollin wit' D-A-Z and Dub-C in the glasshouse\n And pay homage when you see them fingers swaging\n Ain't a damn thang change, but we know what we claiming\n\n We the west coaster\n Double barrels in the holster\n Ferocious, up on a BEOTCH so you know so\n Blow the roof down\n Shut it down so quick\n By the end of the night, we gone fuck your BITCH (beotch)\n Said shit that should've come from free dues, get paid\n Ain't afraid, point-blank shit get fade\n Made an example what nigga, how you down with\n West coast mentality is what its killed with\n\n Daz: Yeah, west coast gangsta shit, Dub\n WC: Nothin' less, nigga\n Daz: Yeah, uh\n WC: ha ha ha, can't fuck wit' this\n Daz: BITCH!\n"},{"id":22637653,"name":"Late Nite","trackName":"Late Nite","artistName":"Daz Dillinger & Wc","albumName":"West Coast Gangsta Shit","duration":278.094575,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Daz: Sup Dub?\nWC: Sup Daz? You know what we are right?\nDaz: Real G shit you know what I'm saying?\nWC: God damn right. Still. What we call it nigga?\nDaz: Westcoast! All day nigga. Yeah. C'mon!\n\n(Still)\nPoppin out a light on a late nite. Fire up a Phillie Blunt to get my head right\nRolling in my 500 Benz\nIn the home of drivebys and ak-matics\n\nI rep this city of angels, wearing round locos, dulo and bangya\nBuilt off the anger\nAttracted to the danger, I love the drama on what it brings\nDrug rank, the game seem like a still of jeans\nBut allusion niggas losin', that's how it goes down\nConclusion ain't losin', when I dump those rounds, at ya clowns (ha ha ha ha)\nHomie don't play that, from then and down now, nigga OG playback (OG nigga!)\nSit back relax, smoke one, let me drive\nGlide though the coastal region, atmosphere, (dead and alive?)\nWeed in the air, dubs up, nigga burn the rubber\nLife ain't fair but take that motherfuckers\nShow them how to come and go then run up they can die slow\nHold court in the street, nigga fuck the po-po\n(?) was stuck in my ways, I can't change\nWorldwide, niggas dyin' for the same old thangs\n\nThe S to O to the U-T-H C-E-N-T-R-A-L\nGot me turnt on, a nigga, It ain't ha-a-ard to tell\nFrom the way I bail\nI'm from the capital L\nA, and you can tell from the way my weed sme-e-ell\nI try to shake it, but I'm in the (deep sorrow?)\nFrom back then when them busters threw led on my car\nSo I cope the automatic, ya, the avoid the close caskets\nEnemies, and all these thirsty-ass ratchets\nNever put your trust in\nThe cemetery is full of niggas who thought that bitch was they best friend\nBut not me, niggas told me, I bang on my loney\nKeep my thang on me, cuz every homie ain't a homie\nAnd all day and late night the bud get lit\nAnd even though its fucked up, nigga I love the shit\nIt ain't a shame, it's the real nigga\nFuck what's right\nFrom my hood to your hood, you know whats up tonight\n\nRoll the ammo\nGood with handles\nPack like rambo, hit the back of the part then gamble\nCalifornia, better keep ya pistol on ya\nCuz every nigga down to shoot ya like Christopher Dorner\nLet the bullets lash out (uh)\nPull the rags on em\nRollin wit' D-A-Z and Dub-C in the glasshouse\nAnd pay homage when you see them fingers swaging\nAin't a damn thang change, but we know what we claiming\n\nWe the west coaster\nDouble barrels in the holster\nFerocious, up on a BEOTCH so you know so\nBlow the roof down\nShut it down so quick\nBy the end of the night, we gone fuck your BITCH (beotch)\nSaid shit that should've come from free dues, get paid\nAin't afraid, point-blank shit get fade\nMade an example what nigga, how you down with\nWest coast mentality is what its killed with\n\nDaz: Yeah, west coast gangsta shit, Dub\nWC: Nothin' less, nigga\nDaz: Yeah, uh\nWC: ha ha ha, can't fuck wit' this\nDaz: BITCH!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.98] Daz: Sup Dub?\n[00:01.83] WC: Sup Daz? You know what we are right?\n[00:06.39] Daz: Real G shit you know what I'm saying?\n[00:09.16] WC: God damn right. Still. What we call it nigga?\n[00:14.56] Daz: Westcoast! All day nigga. Yeah. C'mon!\n[00:22.21] (Still)\n[00:23.18] Poppin out a light on a late nite. Fire up a Phillie Blunt to get my head right\n[00:27.67] Rolling in my 500 Benz\n[00:31.29] In the home of drivebys and ak-matics\n[00:46.21] I rep this city of angels, wearing round locos, dulo and bangya\n[00:50.70] Built off the anger\n[00:52.52] Attracted to the danger, I love the drama on what it brings\n[00:55.29] Drug rank, the game seem like a still of jeans\n[00:58.06] But allusion niggas losin', that's how it goes down\n[01:00.72] Conclusion ain't losin', when I dump those rounds, at ya clowns (ha ha ha ha)\n[01:05.24] Homie don't play that, from then and down now, nigga OG playback (OG nigga!)\n[01:09.75] Sit back relax, smoke one, let me drive\n[01:12.40] Glide though the coastal region, atmosphere, (dead and alive?)\n[01:15.21] Weed in the air, dubs up, nigga burn the rubber\n[01:18.84] Life ain't fair but take that motherfuckers\n[01:21.60] Show them how to come and go then run up they can die slow\n[01:24.34] Hold court in the street, nigga fuck the po-po\n[01:27.12] (?) was stuck in my ways, I can't change\n[01:29.87] Worldwide, niggas dyin' for the same old thangs\n[01:56.11] The S to O to the U-T-H C-E-N-T-R-A-L\n[01:59.73] Got me turnt on, a nigga, It ain't ha-a-ard to tell\n[02:02.42] From the way I bail\n[02:04.23] I'm from the capital L\n[02:05.11] A, and you can tell from the way my weed sme-e-ell\n[02:08.74] I try to shake it, but I'm in the (deep sorrow?)\n[02:11.58] From back then when them busters threw led on my car\n[02:14.20] So I cope the automatic, ya, the avoid the close caskets\n[02:16.98] Enemies, and all these thirsty-ass ratchets\n[02:19.68] Never put your trust in\n[02:21.45] The cemetery is full of niggas who thought that bitch was they best friend\n[02:26.04] But not me, niggas told me, I bang on my loney\n[02:28.79] Keep my thang on me, cuz every homie ain't a homie\n[02:31.44] And all day and late night the bud get lit\n[02:34.11] And even though its fucked up, nigga I love the shit\n[02:36.89] It ain't a shame, it's the real nigga\n[02:38.65] Fuck what's right\n[02:40.52] From my hood to your hood, you know whats up tonight\n[03:07.42] Roll the ammo\n[03:08.34] Good with handles\n[03:09.28] Pack like rambo, hit the back of the part then gamble\n[03:12.84] California, better keep ya pistol on ya\n[03:15.58] Cuz every nigga down to shoot ya like Christopher Dorner\n[03:18.34] Let the bullets lash out (uh)\n[03:20.14] Pull the rags on em\n[03:21.99] Rollin wit' D-A-Z and Dub-C in the glasshouse\n[03:24.69] And pay homage when you see them fingers swaging\n[03:27.35] Ain't a damn thang change, but we know what we claiming\n[03:30.04] We the west coaster\n[03:31.81] Double barrels in the holster\n[03:33.73] Ferocious, up on a BEOTCH so you know so\n[03:35.56] Blow the roof down\n[03:37.35] Shut it down so quick\n[03:39.15] By the end of the night, we gone fuck your BITCH (beotch)\n[03:41.80] Said shit that should've come from free dues, get paid\n[03:44.56] Ain't afraid, point-blank shit get fade\n[03:47.20] Made an example what nigga, how you down with\n[03:50.29] West coast mentality is what its killed with\n[04:05.66] Daz: Yeah, west coast gangsta shit, Dub\n[04:21.08] WC: Nothin' less, nigga\n[04:22.87] Daz: Yeah, uh\n[04:25.52] WC: ha ha ha, can't fuck wit' this\n[04:30.92] Daz: BITCH!\n[04:32.87] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Late Nite\n artist: Daz Dillinger & Wc\n album: West Coast Gangsta Shit\n duration_ms: 278095\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Daz: Sup Dub?'\n start_ms: 980\n end_ms: 1830\n- text: 'WC: Sup Daz? 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