[{"id":6221861,"name":"You Know Me","trackName":"You Know Me","artistName":"WC","albumName":"Revenge of the Barracuda","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I roll my good up, In my Khakies\nThrow my hood up, keep it OG\nYou know me man, I got the hood with me,\nI got the hood with me.\nBut these bitches get this money,\nGot my thang up, keep it on me, you know me man.\nI got the hood with me, I got the hood with me.\n\nDub-Cuda, lick, kid or get robbed\nAnd over here we the headbangers like the jet squad\nAll raw with the raw flow, shake up the audience\nLike Mike Vick barking in the dog show,\nLike Jauron Dick standin tall over y'all\nHangin with killers like suspenders on overalls\nCrackin bottles, swangin and (?) hallows\nFor niggas (?) to the game, macho\nClack clack, nigga I keep my shit cocked\nDon't fuck with me all, i'm in your zone like a ziplock\nStay G'ed up, out to get my green up.\nBlue Chevy, cap back and money like a brick truck.\nBad bitch on my side, ass like Alicia Keys\nFeel the breeze (?)\n(?) with my Dickies to my knees\n\nBreath the fresh air, yes, yeah it's Maylay nigga\nBig swang and I came with the Connect Gang members, and uhh\nIt ain't bright if we ain't light he ain't the shit nigga he ain't tight,\nYou got it fucked up.\nIt's all or nothin', we ball or bustin',\nTill they put me in the coffin or the car I'm cuffed in.\n\nAnd to my next opponent, don't even rest a moment\nI'm so West! (Hell Yeah!) But no extra's on it.\nLA Dodgers, AK Choppers\nAnd the kids at the Grace waitin' for they mommas\nSo I rep the hat, yeah you can bet ya that\nCapital CA man, and check the tat\nRecognise by the realist niggers give it up\nWeather they be Crip or Blood, and the one the women love.\nAngelino for shizzle respected by\nNiggas who rob in green coats and don't testify\n\nI'm an old nigga on the porch, way to big\nIt's a shame how this nigga influenced them kids.\nGot 'em out there hustlin' and doin' the shit.\nAnd he don't do shit instead of scratch on his bid\nAnd it's not good that the hood is under the scale\nIt's a wonder why this nigga ain't under the jail,\nWhile they treat this motherfucker like the (?)\nCause I know what's happening like we're running rodge\nI'm a captain left ahead nigga in charge,\nPull Air Force One, up out the garage,\nI'm the grand (?), you're part of lodge.\nYou mortals better pay, respect to the God.\nYou can cuss more, I'm out rush more,\nNow you can sell more, You're still Al Gore\nNigga I'm the president, you're just the resident,\nIn my gangsta world, and you late with the fucking rent!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.39] I roll my good up, In my Khakies\n[00:02.94] Throw my hood up, keep it OG\n[00:05.71] You know me man, I got the hood with me\n[00:09.09] I got the hood with me.\n[00:11.35] But these bitches get this money\n[00:13.82] Got my thang up, keep it on me, you know me man.\n[00:18.02] I got the hood with me, I got the hood with me.\n[00:22.94] Dub-Cuda, lick, kid or get robbed\n[00:25.58] And over here we the headbangers like the jet squad\n[00:28.94] All raw with the raw flow, shake up the audience\n[00:31.68] Like Mike Vick barking in the dog show\n[00:34.34] Like Jauron Dick standin tall over y'all\n[00:36.84] Hangin with killers like suspenders on overalls\n[00:39.79] Crackin bottles, swangin and (?) hallows\n[00:42.29] For niggas (?) to the game, macho\n[00:45.35] Clack clack, nigga I keep my shit cocked\n[00:47.64] Don't fuck with me all, i'm in your zone like a ziplock\n[00:50.61] Stay G'ed up, out to get my green up.\n[00:53.53] Blue Chevy, cap back and money like a brick truck.\n[00:56.16] Bad bitch on my side, ass like Alicia Keys\n[01:02.05] Feel the breeze (?)\n[01:04.85] (?) with my Dickies to my knees\n[01:29.20] Breath the fresh air, yes, yeah it's Maylay nigga\n[01:31.76] Big swang and I came with the Connect Gang members, and uhh\n[01:35.40] It ain't bright if we ain't light he ain't the shit nigga he ain't tight\n[01:39.39] You got it fucked up.\n[01:40.96] It's all or nothin', we ball or bustin'\n[01:43.08] Till they put me in the coffin or the car I'm cuffed in.\n[01:46.57] And to my next opponent, don't even rest a moment\n[01:49.12] I'm so West! (Hell Yeah!) But no extra's on it.\n[01:52.02] LA Dodgers, AK Choppers\n[01:54.47] And the kids at the Grace waitin' for they mommas\n[01:57.46] So I rep the hat, yeah you can bet ya that\n[02:00.34] Capital CA man, and check the tat\n[02:03.16] Recognise by the realist niggers give it up\n[02:05.71] Weather they be Crip or Blood, and the one the women love.\n[02:08.76] Angelino for shizzle respected by\n[02:11.28] Niggas who rob in green coats and don't testify\n[02:35.86] I'm an old nigga on the porch, way to big\n[02:38.65] It's a shame how this nigga influenced them kids.\n[02:41.33] Got 'em out there hustlin' and doin' the shit.\n[02:43.94] And he don't do shit instead of scratch on his bid\n[02:46.80] And it's not good that the hood is under the scale\n[02:49.78] It's a wonder why this nigga ain't under the jail\n[02:52.54] While they treat this motherfucker like the (?)\n[02:55.39] Cause I know what's happening like we're running rodge\n[02:58.03] I'm a captain left ahead nigga in charge\n[03:00.68] Pull Air Force One, up out the garage\n[03:03.41] I'm the grand (?), you're part of lodge.\n[03:06.46] You mortals better pay, respect to the God.\n[03:09.05] You can cuss more, I'm out rush more\n[03:11.66] Now you can sell more, You're still Al Gore\n[03:14.22] Nigga I'm the president, you're just the resident\n[03:17.35] In my gangsta world, and you late with the fucking rent!\n[03:43.83] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: You Know Me\n artist: WC\n album: Revenge of the Barracuda\n duration_ms: 234000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I roll my good up, In my Khakies\n start_ms: 390\n end_ms: 2940\n- text: Throw my hood up, keep it OG\n start_ms: 2940\n end_ms: 5710\n- text: You know me man, I got the hood with me\n start_ms: 5710\n end_ms: 9090\n- text: I got the hood with me.\n start_ms: 9090\n end_ms: 11350\n- text: But these bitches get this money\n start_ms: 11350\n end_ms: 13820\n- text: Got my thang up, keep it on me, you know me man.\n start_ms: 13820\n end_ms: 18020\n- text: I got the hood with me, I got the hood with me.\n start_ms: 18020\n end_ms: 22940\n- text: Dub-Cuda, lick, kid or get robbed\n start_ms: 22940\n end_ms: 25580\n- text: And over here we the headbangers like the jet squad\n start_ms: 25580\n end_ms: 28940\n- text: All raw with the raw flow, shake up the audience\n start_ms: 28940\n end_ms: 31680\n- text: Like Mike Vick barking in the dog show\n start_ms: 31680\n end_ms: 34340\n- text: Like Jauron Dick standin tall over y'all\n start_ms: 34340\n end_ms: 36840\n- text: Hangin with killers like suspenders on overalls\n start_ms: 36840\n end_ms: 39790\n- text: Crackin bottles, swangin and (?) hallows\n start_ms: 39790\n end_ms: 42290\n- text: For niggas (?) to the game, macho\n start_ms: 42290\n end_ms: 45350\n- text: Clack clack, nigga I keep my shit cocked\n start_ms: 45350\n end_ms: 47640\n- text: Don't fuck with me all, i'm in your zone like a ziplock\n start_ms: 47640\n end_ms: 50610\n- text: Stay G'ed up, out to get my green up.\n start_ms: 50610\n end_ms: 53530\n- text: Blue Chevy, cap back and money like a brick truck.\n start_ms: 53530\n end_ms: 56160\n- text: Bad bitch on my side, ass like Alicia Keys\n start_ms: 56160\n end_ms: 62050\n- text: Feel the breeze (?)\n start_ms: 62050\n end_ms: 64850\n- text: (?) with my Dickies to my knees\n start_ms: 64850\n end_ms: 89200\n- text: Breath the fresh air, yes, yeah it's Maylay nigga\n start_ms: 89200\n end_ms: 91760\n- text: Big swang and I came with the Connect Gang members, and uhh\n start_ms: 91760\n end_ms: 95400\n- text: It ain't bright if we ain't light he ain't the shit nigga he ain't tight\n start_ms: 95400\n end_ms: 99390\n- text: You got it fucked up.\n start_ms: 99390\n end_ms: 100960\n- text: It's all or nothin', we ball or bustin'\n start_ms: 100960\n end_ms: 103080\n- text: Till they put me in the coffin or the car I'm cuffed in.\n start_ms: 103080\n end_ms: 106570\n- text: And to my next opponent, don't even rest a moment\n start_ms: 106570\n end_ms: 109120\n- text: I'm so West! 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(Hell Yeah!) But no extra's on it.\n LA Dodgers, AK Choppers\n And the kids at the Grace waitin' for they mommas\n So I rep the hat, yeah you can bet ya that\n Capital CA man, and check the tat\n Recognise by the realist niggers give it up\n Weather they be Crip or Blood, and the one the women love.\n Angelino for shizzle respected by\n Niggas who rob in green coats and don't testify\n\n I'm an old nigga on the porch, way to big\n It's a shame how this nigga influenced them kids.\n Got 'em out there hustlin' and doin' the shit.\n And he don't do shit instead of scratch on his bid\n And it's not good that the hood is under the scale\n It's a wonder why this nigga ain't under the jail,\n While they treat this motherfucker like the (?)\n Cause I know what's happening like we're running rodge\n I'm a captain left ahead nigga in charge,\n Pull Air Force One, up out the garage,\n I'm the grand (?), you're part of lodge.\n You mortals better pay, respect to the God.\n You can cuss more, I'm out rush more,\n Now you can sell more, You're still Al Gore\n Nigga I'm the president, you're just the resident,\n In my gangsta world, and you late with the fucking rent!\n"},{"id":14353377,"name":"You Know Me (feat. 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(Hell Yeah!) But no extra's on it.\nLA Dodgers, AK, Choppers\nAnd the kids at the graves way before they mommas\nSo I rep the hat, yeah you can bet ya that\nCapital CA man, and check the tat\nRecognise by the realist niggers give it up\nWeather they be Crip or Blood, and the one the women love.\nAngelino for shizzle respected by\nNiggas who rob in green coats and don't testify\n\nI'm an old nigga on the porch, way to big\nIt's a shame how this nigga influenced them kids.\nGot 'em out there hustlin' and doin' the shit.\nAnd he don't do shit but sit an' scratch on his dick\nAnd it's not good that the hood is under a spell\nIt's wonder why nigga ain't under the jail,\nWhile they treat this motherfucker like the Wizard of Oz\nCause I know what's happening like Re-Run and Rodge\nI'm a captain yeah the head nigga in charge,\npull Air Force One, up out the garage,\nI'm the grand poohbah, you're part of my lodge.\nYou mortals better pay, respect to the God.\nYou can cuss more, I'm Mount Rushmore,\nNow you can sell more, You're still Al Gore\nNigga I'm the president, you're just the resident,\nIn my gangsta world, and you late with the fucking rent!","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.40] I roll my good up, In my Khakies\n[00:10.67] Throw my hood up, keep it OG\n[00:13.26] You know me man, I got the hood with me,\n[00:16.67] I got the hood with me.\n[00:19.07] But these bitches get this money,\n[00:21.63] Got my thang up, keep it on me, you know me man.\n[00:25.50] I got the hood with me, I got the hood with me.\n[00:27.83] Dub-Cuda, lick, kid or get robbed\n[00:33.10] And over here we the headbangers like the jet squad\n[00:36.32] All raw with the raw flow, shake up the audience\n[00:39.73] like Mike Vick walking in the dog show,\n[00:42.14] Like Giraffe Dick standin tall over y'all\n[00:44.64] Hangin with killers like suspenders on overalls\n[00:47.51] Crackin bottles, swangin and aimin' hollows\n[00:50.16] For niggas in solitary confined into the gang module\n[00:53.08] Clack clock, nigga I keep my shit cocked\n[00:55.36] Don't fuck with me all, i'm in a zone like a ziplock\n[00:58.09] Stay G'ed up, out to get my green up.\n[01:01.27] Blue Chevy, cap back and money like a brink truck.\n[01:03.65] Yellin' to the (?) slangin' sticks like Sheila E\n[01:05.58] Bad bitch on my side, ass like Alicia Keys\n[01:09.64] Feel the breeze, Dub Retire Niggy please\n[01:12.53] oh the 110 with my Dickies to my knees\n[01:15.33] Breath the fresh air, yes, yeah it's Maylay nigga\n[01:39.78] Big swang and I came with the Connect Gang members, and uhh\n[01:43.17] It ain't bright if we ain't light he ain't the shit nigga he ain't tight,\n[01:47.24] You got it fucked up.\n[01:48.56] It's all or nothin', we ball or bustin',\n[01:51.05] Till they put me in the coffin or the car I'm cuffed in.\n[01:53.64] And to my next opponent, don't even rest a moment\n[01:56.90] I'm so West! (Hell Yeah!) But no extra's on it.\n[01:59.66] LA Dodgers, AK, Choppers\n[02:02.31] And the kids at the graves way before they mommas\n[02:04.97] So I rep the hat, yeah you can bet ya that\n[02:09.64] Capital CA man, and check the tat\n[02:11.98] Recognise by the realist niggers give it up\n[02:13.71] Weather they be Crip or Blood, and the one the women love.\n[02:16.84] Angelino for shizzle respected by\n[02:20.72] Niggas who rob in green coats and don't testify\n[02:21.91] I'm an old nigga on the porch, way to big\n[02:46.86] It's a shame how this nigga influenced them kids.\n[02:49.36] Got 'em out there hustlin' and doin' the shit.\n[02:51.65] And he don't do shit but sit an' scratch on his dick\n[02:54.51] And it's not good that the hood is under a spell\n[02:57.37] It's wonder why nigga ain't under the jail,\n[03:00.12] While they treat this motherfucker like the Wizard of Oz\n[03:04.49] Cause I know what's happening like Re-Run and Rodge\n[03:05.73] I'm a captain yeah the head nigga in charge,\n[03:08.42] pull Air Force One, up out the garage,\n[03:11.67] I'm the grand poohbah, you're part of my lodge.\n[03:14.49] You mortals better pay, respect to the God.\n[03:17.10] You can cuss more, I'm Mount Rushmore,\n[03:20.01] Now you can sell more, You're still Al Gore\n[03:22.42] Nigga I'm the president, you're just the resident,\n[03:24.82] In my gangsta world, and you late with the fucking rent!\n[03:24.82] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: You Know Me (feat. Ice Cube & Maylay)\n artist: WC\n album: Revenge of the Barracuda (Bonus Track Version)\n duration_ms: 235775\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I roll my good up, In my Khakies\n start_ms: 8400\n end_ms: 10670\n- text: Throw my hood up, keep it OG\n start_ms: 10670\n end_ms: 13260\n- text: You know me man, I got the hood with me,\n start_ms: 13260\n end_ms: 16670\n- text: I got the hood with me.\n start_ms: 16670\n end_ms: 19070\n- text: But these bitches get this money,\n start_ms: 19070\n end_ms: 21630\n- text: Got my thang up, keep it on me, you know me man.\n start_ms: 21630\n end_ms: 25500\n- text: I got the hood with me, I got the hood with me.\n start_ms: 25500\n end_ms: 27830\n- text: Dub-Cuda, lick, kid or get robbed\n start_ms: 27830\n end_ms: 33100\n- text: And over here we the headbangers like the jet squad\n start_ms: 33100\n end_ms: 36320\n- text: All raw with the raw flow, shake up the audience\n start_ms: 36320\n end_ms: 39730\n- text: like Mike Vick walking in the dog show,\n start_ms: 39730\n end_ms: 42140\n- text: Like Giraffe Dick standin tall over y'all\n start_ms: 42140\n end_ms: 44640\n- text: Hangin with killers like suspenders on overalls\n start_ms: 44640\n end_ms: 47510\n- text: Crackin bottles, swangin and aimin' hollows\n start_ms: 47510\n end_ms: 50160\n- text: For niggas in solitary confined into the gang module\n start_ms: 50160\n end_ms: 53080\n- text: Clack clock, nigga I keep my shit cocked\n start_ms: 53080\n end_ms: 55360\n- text: Don't fuck with me all, i'm in a zone like a ziplock\n start_ms: 55360\n end_ms: 58090\n- text: Stay G'ed up, out to get my green up.\n start_ms: 58090\n end_ms: 61270\n- text: Blue Chevy, cap back and money like a brink truck.\n start_ms: 61270\n end_ms: 63650\n- text: Yellin' to the (?) slangin' sticks like Sheila E\n start_ms: 63650\n end_ms: 65580\n- text: Bad bitch on my side, ass like Alicia Keys\n start_ms: 65580\n end_ms: 69640\n- text: Feel the breeze, Dub Retire Niggy please\n start_ms: 69640\n end_ms: 72530\n- text: oh the 110 with my Dickies to my knees\n start_ms: 72530\n end_ms: 75330\n- text: Breath the fresh air, yes, yeah it's Maylay nigga\n start_ms: 75330\n end_ms: 99780\n- text: Big swang and I came with the Connect Gang members, and uhh\n start_ms: 99780\n end_ms: 103170\n- text: It ain't bright if we ain't light he ain't the shit nigga he ain't tight,\n start_ms: 103170\n end_ms: 107240\n- text: You got it fucked up.\n start_ms: 107240\n end_ms: 108560\n- text: It's all or nothin', we ball or bustin',\n start_ms: 108560\n end_ms: 111050\n- text: Till they put me in the coffin or the car I'm cuffed in.\n start_ms: 111050\n end_ms: 113640\n- text: And to my next opponent, don't even rest a moment\n start_ms: 113640\n end_ms: 116900\n- text: I'm so West! (Hell Yeah!) But no extra's on it.\n start_ms: 116900\n end_ms: 119660\n- text: LA Dodgers, AK, Choppers\n start_ms: 119660\n end_ms: 122310\n- text: And the kids at the graves way before they mommas\n start_ms: 122310\n end_ms: 124970\n- text: So I rep the hat, yeah you can bet ya that\n start_ms: 124970\n end_ms: 129640\n- text: Capital CA man, and check the tat\n start_ms: 129640\n end_ms: 131980\n- text: Recognise by the realist niggers give it up\n start_ms: 131980\n end_ms: 133710\n- text: Weather they be Crip or Blood, and the one the women love.\n start_ms: 133710\n end_ms: 136840\n- text: Angelino for shizzle respected by\n start_ms: 136840\n end_ms: 140720\n- text: Niggas who rob in green coats and don't testify\n start_ms: 140720\n end_ms: 141910\n- text: I'm an old nigga on the porch, way to big\n start_ms: 141910\n end_ms: 166860\n- text: It's a shame how this nigga influenced them kids.\n start_ms: 166860\n end_ms: 169360\n- text: Got 'em out there hustlin' and doin' the shit.\n start_ms: 169360\n end_ms: 171650\n- text: And he don't do shit but sit an' scratch on his dick\n start_ms: 171650\n end_ms: 174510\n- text: And it's not good that the hood is under a spell\n start_ms: 174510\n end_ms: 177370\n- text: It's wonder why nigga ain't under the jail,\n start_ms: 177370\n end_ms: 180120\n- text: While they treat this motherfucker like the Wizard of Oz\n start_ms: 180120\n end_ms: 184490\n- text: Cause I know what's happening like Re-Run and Rodge\n start_ms: 184490\n end_ms: 185730\n- text: I'm a captain yeah the head nigga in charge,\n start_ms: 185730\n end_ms: 188420\n- text: pull Air Force One, up out the garage,\n start_ms: 188420\n end_ms: 191670\n- text: I'm the grand poohbah, you're part of my lodge.\n start_ms: 191670\n end_ms: 194490\n- text: You mortals better pay, respect to the God.\n start_ms: 194490\n end_ms: 197100\n- text: You can cuss more, I'm Mount Rushmore,\n start_ms: 197100\n end_ms: 200010\n- text: Now you can sell more, You're still Al Gore\n start_ms: 200010\n end_ms: 202420\n- text: Nigga I'm the president, you're just the resident,\n start_ms: 202420\n end_ms: 204820\n- text: In my gangsta world, and you late with the fucking rent!\n start_ms: 204820\n end_ms: 204820\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 204820\nplain: |-\n I roll my good up, In my Khakies\n Throw my hood up, keep it OG\n You know me man, I got the hood with me,\n I got the hood with me.\n But these bitches get this money,\n Got my thang up, keep it on me, you know me man.\n I got the hood with me, I got the hood with me.\n\n Dub-Cuda, lick, kid or get robbed\n And over here we the headbangers like the jet squad\n All raw with the raw flow, shake up the audience\n like Mike Vick walking in the dog show,\n Like Giraffe Dick standin tall over y'all\n Hangin with killers like suspenders on overalls\n Crackin bottles, swangin and aimin' hollows\n For niggas in solitary confined into the gang module\n Clack clock, nigga I keep my shit cocked\n Don't fuck with me all, i'm in a zone like a ziplock\n Stay G'ed up, out to get my green up.\n Blue Chevy, cap back and money like a brink truck.\n Yellin' to the (?) slangin' sticks like Sheila E\n Bad bitch on my side, ass like Alicia Keys\n Feel the breeze, Dub Retire Niggy please\n oh the 110 with my Dickies to my knees\n\n Breath the fresh air, yes, yeah it's Maylay nigga\n Big swang and I came with the Connect Gang members, and uhh\n It ain't bright if we ain't light he ain't the shit nigga he ain't tight,\n You got it fucked up.\n It's all or nothin', we ball or bustin',\n Till they put me in the coffin or the car I'm cuffed in.\n And to my next opponent, don't even rest a moment\n I'm so West! (Hell Yeah!) But no extra's on it.\n LA Dodgers, AK, Choppers\n And the kids at the graves way before they mommas\n So I rep the hat, yeah you can bet ya that\n Capital CA man, and check the tat\n Recognise by the realist niggers give it up\n Weather they be Crip or Blood, and the one the women love.\n Angelino for shizzle respected by\n Niggas who rob in green coats and don't testify\n\n I'm an old nigga on the porch, way to big\n It's a shame how this nigga influenced them kids.\n Got 'em out there hustlin' and doin' the shit.\n And he don't do shit but sit an' scratch on his dick\n And it's not good that the hood is under a spell\n It's wonder why nigga ain't under the jail,\n While they treat this motherfucker like the Wizard of Oz\n Cause I know what's happening like Re-Run and Rodge\n I'm a captain yeah the head nigga in charge,\n pull Air Force One, up out the garage,\n I'm the grand poohbah, you're part of my lodge.\n You mortals better pay, respect to the God.\n You can cuss more, I'm Mount Rushmore,\n Now you can sell more, You're still Al Gore\n Nigga I'm the president, you're just the resident,\n In my gangsta world, and you late with the fucking rent!\n"}]