[{"id":6663310,"name":"Bubblegoose","trackName":"Bubblegoose","artistName":"Wyclef Jean feat. Refugee Allstars","albumName":"Wyclef Jean Presents the Carnival featuring Refugee Allstars","duration":229.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"When I was young, Mama played a guitar\nA microphone and she said I'd go far\nShe said, \"Just keep all the lyrics hardcore\"\nListen to my talk and get up, I'm on the corner with my...\nHey kids, gather around, it's Wyclef and Melky Sedeck\nI got a story to tell, heeeeeeere we go\nSit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\nHe used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\nBlack BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\nOne night, he jumped out the car\nAnd caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nYou can be at the party gettin' loose\nBut you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose\nHey yo, hey yo, my pen's in\nMy hand, what should I write next?\nOh yeah, and if you don't know, success brings stress\nI'm vexed, my phone rings, collect call from Jeff\nThe operator say, \"If you accept, say yes\"\n\"Yes, what's the deal, son?\"\n\"Yo, I got bad news\"\nYo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues\n\"The friends will make you, then too can break you\nThey plan an execution like Fu Man Chu\"\n\"Who?\"\n\"You know the character from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)\"\n\"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm losin' you\"\n\"Hey yo, your cousin Rohann...\"\n\"Uh-huh\"\n\"Who used to sell bang\"\n\"Uh-huh\"\n\"DT's found his hand in the back of Binnigans...\"\n\"What?\"\n\"In a plastic bag with a note attached\"\n\"Saying what?\"\n\"A million and a half or he won't be back\"\n\"So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12: 00 sharp\"\n\"If not, at the funeral, you gotta play the harp\"\nYo, why they wanna start and make me play my part?\nDon't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?\nI jumped into my car, there's gotta be a joke\nTraffic's backed up, who's in town, the Pope?\nS-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and looked left\nTo my surprise, it was my sis, Melky Sedeck\nSit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\nHe used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\nBlack BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\nOne night, he jumped out the car\nAnd caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nYou can be at the party gettin' loose\nBut you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose\nYou're shootin' in the opposite position\nI'm thiniin', \"Should I fire or hold back on ammunition\nOn your wig transition?\"\nMy mission, like Take 6, is to spread love\nBut all you screwed mugs got me wearin' black gloves\nYou up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes\nYou wanna feel the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised\nShalom, shalom, pardon my left\nBut my right hand's on your throat, massaging you to death\nYou provoke the cycle, call Michael\nYou're lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh\nYou hear me Urkel, your blood will turn purple\nLike the colour, you holler, ballin' for your mother\nNo-one hears you even though you knock\nYou used to walk around the block with the daily rock\nThings done changed since your spark got hot\nNow you got your knot wocked with your very own glock\nSit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\nHe used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\nBlack BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\nOne night, he jumped out the car\nAnd caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nYou can be witcha girl gettin' loose\nBut you can catch a bullet in your goose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nYou can be at the party gettin' loose\nBut you can catch a bullet in your goose","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bubblegoose\n  artist: Wyclef Jean feat. Refugee Allstars\n  album: Wyclef Jean Presents the Carnival featuring Refugee Allstars\n  duration_ms: 229000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  When I was young, Mama played a guitar\n  A microphone and she said I'd go far\n  She said, \"Just keep all the lyrics hardcore\"\n  Listen to my talk and get up, I'm on the corner with my...\n  Hey kids, gather around, it's Wyclef and Melky Sedeck\n  I got a story to tell, heeeeeeere we go\n  Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\n  He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\n  Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\n  One night, he jumped out the car\n  And caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  You can be at the party gettin' loose\n  But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose\n  Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in\n  My hand, what should I write next?\n  Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success brings stress\n  I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect call from Jeff\n  The operator say, \"If you accept, say yes\"\n  \"Yes, what's the deal, son?\"\n  \"Yo, I got bad news\"\n  Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues\n  \"The friends will make you, then too can break you\n  They plan an execution like Fu Man Chu\"\n  \"Who?\"\n  \"You know the character from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)\"\n  \"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm losin' you\"\n  \"Hey yo, your cousin Rohann...\"\n  \"Uh-huh\"\n  \"Who used to sell bang\"\n  \"Uh-huh\"\n  \"DT's found his hand in the back of Binnigans...\"\n  \"What?\"\n  \"In a plastic bag with a note attached\"\n  \"Saying what?\"\n  \"A million and a half or he won't be back\"\n  \"So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12: 00 sharp\"\n  \"If not, at the funeral, you gotta play the harp\"\n  Yo, why they wanna start and make me play my part?\n  Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?\n  I jumped into my car, there's gotta be a joke\n  Traffic's backed up, who's in town, the Pope?\n  S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and looked left\n  To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky Sedeck\n  Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\n  He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\n  Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\n  One night, he jumped out the car\n  And caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  You can be at the party gettin' loose\n  But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose\n  You're shootin' in the opposite position\n  I'm thiniin', \"Should I fire or hold back on ammunition\n  On your wig transition?\"\n  My mission, like Take 6, is to spread love\n  But all you screwed mugs got me wearin' black gloves\n  You up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes\n  You wanna feel the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised\n  Shalom, shalom, pardon my left\n  But my right hand's on your throat, massaging you to death\n  You provoke the cycle, call Michael\n  You're lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh\n  You hear me Urkel, your blood will turn purple\n  Like the colour, you holler, ballin' for your mother\n  No-one hears you even though you knock\n  You used to walk around the block with the daily rock\n  Things done changed since your spark got hot\n  Now you got your knot wocked with your very own glock\n  Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\n  He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\n  Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\n  One night, he jumped out the car\n  And caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  You can be witcha girl gettin' loose\n  But you can catch a bullet in your goose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  You can be at the party gettin' loose\n  But you can catch a bullet in your goose\n"},{"id":30660293,"name":"BUBBLEGOOSE","trackName":"BUBBLEGOOSE","artistName":"Wyclef Jean featuring Refugee Allstars","albumName":"Wyclef Jean presents The Carnival featuring Refugee Allstars","duration":229.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"When I was young, Mama played a guitar\nA microphone and she said I'd go far\nShe said, \"Just keep all the lyrics hardcore\"\nListen to my talk and get up, I'm on the corner with my...\nHey kids, gather around, it's Wyclef and Melky Sedeck\nI got a story to tell, heeeeeeere we go\nSit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\nHe used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\nBlack BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\nOne night, he jumped out the car\nand caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nYou can be at the party gettin' loose\nBut you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose\nHey yo, hey yo, my pen's in\nmy hand, what should I write next?\nOh yeah, and if you don't know, success brings stress\nI'm vexed, my phone rings, collect call from Jeff\nThe operator say, \"If you accept, say yes\"\n\"Yes, what's the deal, son?\"\n\"Yo, I got bad news\"\nYo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues\n\"The friends will make you, then too can break you\nThey plan an execution like Fu Man Chu\"\n\"Who?\"\n\"You know the character from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)\"\n\"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm losin' you\"\n\"Hey yo, your cousin Rohann...\"\n\"Uh-huh\"\n\"Who used to sell bang\"\n\"Uh-huh\"\n\"DT's found his hand in the back of Binnigans...\"\n\"What?\"\n\"In a plastic bag with a note attached\"\n\"Saying what?\"\n\"A million and a half or he won't be back\"\n\"So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12: 00 sharp\"\n\"If not, at the funeral, you gotta play the harp\"\nYo, why they wanna start and make me play my part?\nDon't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?\nI jumped into my car, there's gotta be a joke\nTraffic's backed up, who's in town, the Pope?\nS-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and looked left\nTo my surprise, it was my sis, Melky Sedeck\nSit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\nHe used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\nBlack BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\nOne night, he jumped out the car\nand caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nYou can be at the party gettin' loose\nBut you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose\nYou're shootin' in the opposite position\nI'm thiniin', \"Should I fire or hold back on ammunition\nOn your wig transition?\"\nMy mission, like Take 6, is to spread love\nBut all you screwed mugs got me wearin' black gloves\nYou up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes\nYou wanna feel the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised\nShalom, shalom, pardon my left\nBut my right hand's on your throat, massaging you to death\nYou provoke the cycle, call Michael\nYou're lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh\nYou hear me Urkel, your blood will turn purple\nLike the colour, you holler, ballin' for your mother\nNo-one hears you even though you knock\nYou used to walk around the block with the daily rock\nThings done changed since your spark got hot\nNow you got your knot wocked with your very own glock\nSit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\nHe used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\nBlack BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\nOne night, he jumped out the car\nand caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nYou can be witcha girl gettin' loose\nBut you can catch a bullet in your goose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nYou can be at the party gettin' loose\nBut you can catch a bullet in your goose","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: BUBBLEGOOSE\n  artist: Wyclef Jean featuring Refugee Allstars\n  album: Wyclef Jean presents The Carnival featuring Refugee Allstars\n  duration_ms: 229000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  When I was young, Mama played a guitar\n  A microphone and she said I'd go far\n  She said, \"Just keep all the lyrics hardcore\"\n  Listen to my talk and get up, I'm on the corner with my...\n  Hey kids, gather around, it's Wyclef and Melky Sedeck\n  I got a story to tell, heeeeeeere we go\n  Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\n  He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\n  Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\n  One night, he jumped out the car\n  and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  You can be at the party gettin' loose\n  But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose\n  Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in\n  my hand, what should I write next?\n  Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success brings stress\n  I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect call from Jeff\n  The operator say, \"If you accept, say yes\"\n  \"Yes, what's the deal, son?\"\n  \"Yo, I got bad news\"\n  Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues\n  \"The friends will make you, then too can break you\n  They plan an execution like Fu Man Chu\"\n  \"Who?\"\n  \"You know the character from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)\"\n  \"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm losin' you\"\n  \"Hey yo, your cousin Rohann...\"\n  \"Uh-huh\"\n  \"Who used to sell bang\"\n  \"Uh-huh\"\n  \"DT's found his hand in the back of Binnigans...\"\n  \"What?\"\n  \"In a plastic bag with a note attached\"\n  \"Saying what?\"\n  \"A million and a half or he won't be back\"\n  \"So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12: 00 sharp\"\n  \"If not, at the funeral, you gotta play the harp\"\n  Yo, why they wanna start and make me play my part?\n  Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?\n  I jumped into my car, there's gotta be a joke\n  Traffic's backed up, who's in town, the Pope?\n  S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and looked left\n  To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky Sedeck\n  Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\n  He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\n  Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\n  One night, he jumped out the car\n  and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  You can be at the party gettin' loose\n  But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose\n  You're shootin' in the opposite position\n  I'm thiniin', \"Should I fire or hold back on ammunition\n  On your wig transition?\"\n  My mission, like Take 6, is to spread love\n  But all you screwed mugs got me wearin' black gloves\n  You up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes\n  You wanna feel the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised\n  Shalom, shalom, pardon my left\n  But my right hand's on your throat, massaging you to death\n  You provoke the cycle, call Michael\n  You're lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh\n  You hear me Urkel, your blood will turn purple\n  Like the colour, you holler, ballin' for your mother\n  No-one hears you even though you knock\n  You used to walk around the block with the daily rock\n  Things done changed since your spark got hot\n  Now you got your knot wocked with your very own glock\n  Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\n  He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\n  Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\n  One night, he jumped out the car\n  and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  You can be witcha girl gettin' loose\n  But you can catch a bullet in your goose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  You can be at the party gettin' loose\n  But you can catch a bullet in your goose\n"},{"id":17328467,"name":"Bubblegoose (feat. 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Refugee Allstars)\n  artist: Wyclef Jean\n  album: Wyclef Jean Presents the Carnival featuring Refugee Allstars\n  duration_ms: 229172\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  When I was young, Mama played a guitar\n  A microphone and she said I'd go far\n  She said, \"Just keep all the lyrics hardcore\"\n  Listen to my talk and get up, I'm on the corner with my...\n  Hey kids, gather around, it's Wyclef and Melky Sedeck\n  I got a story to tell, heeeeeeere we go\n  Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\n  He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\n  Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\n  One night, he jumped out the car\n  and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  You can be at the party gettin' loose\n  But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose\n  Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in\n  my hand, what should I write next?\n  Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success brings stress\n  I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect call from Jeff\n  The operator say, \"If you accept, say yes\"\n  \"Yes, what's the deal, son?\"\n  \"Yo, I got bad news\"\n  Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues\n  \"The friends will make you, then too can break you\n  They plan an execution like Fu Man Chu\"\n  \"Who?\"\n  \"You know the character from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)\"\n  \"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm losin' you\"\n  \"Hey yo, your cousin Rohann...\"\n  \"Uh-huh\"\n  \"Who used to sell bang\"\n  \"Uh-huh\"\n  \"DT's found his hand in the back of Binnigans...\"\n  \"What?\"\n  \"In a plastic bag with a note attached\"\n  \"Saying what?\"\n  \"A million and a half or he won't be back\"\n  \"So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12: 00 sharp\"\n  \"If not, at the funeral, you gotta play the harp\"\n  Yo, why they wanna start and make me play my part?\n  Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?\n  I jumped into my car, there's gotta be a joke\n  Traffic's backed up, who's in town, the Pope?\n  S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and looked left\n  To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky Sedeck\n  Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\n  He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\n  Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\n  One night, he jumped out the car\n  and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  You can be at the party gettin' loose\n  But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose\n  You're shootin' in the opposite position\n  I'm thiniin', \"Should I fire or hold back on ammunition\n  On your wig transition?\"\n  My mission, like Take 6, is to spread love\n  But all you screwed mugs got me wearin' black gloves\n  You up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes\n  You wanna feel the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised\n  Shalom, shalom, pardon my left\n  But my right hand's on your throat, massaging you to death\n  You provoke the cycle, call Michael\n  You're lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh\n  You hear me Urkel, your blood will turn purple\n  Like the colour, you holler, ballin' for your mother\n  No-one hears you even though you knock\n  You used to walk around the block with the daily rock\n  Things done changed since your spark got hot\n  Now you got your knot wocked with your very own glock\n  Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\n  He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\n  Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\n  One night, he jumped out the car\n  and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  You can be witcha girl gettin' loose\n  But you can catch a bullet in your goose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  You can be at the party gettin' loose\n  But you can catch a bullet in your goose\n"},{"id":15727492,"name":"Bubblegoose (album version)","trackName":"Bubblegoose (album version)","artistName":"Jean, Wyclef feat. 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Melky Sedeck)\n  artist: Wyclef Jean\n  album: Wyclef Jean presents The Carnival featuring Refugee Allstars (feat. 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out the car\nand caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nYou can be at the party gettin' loose\nBut you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose\nYou're shootin' in the opposite position\nI'm thiniin', \"Should I fire or hold back on ammunition\nOn your wig transition?\"\nMy mission, like Take 6, is to spread love\nBut all you screwed mugs got me wearin' black gloves\nYou up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes\nYou wanna feel the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised\nShalom, shalom, pardon my left\nBut my right hand's on your throat, massaging you to death\nYou provoke the cycle, call Michael\nYou're lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh\nYou hear me Urkel, your blood will turn purple\nLike the colour, you holler, ballin' for your mother\nNo-one hears you even though you knock\nYou used to walk around the block with the daily rock\nThings done changed since your spark got hot\nNow you got your knot wocked with your very own glock\nSit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\nHe used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\nBlack BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\nOne night, he jumped out the car\nand caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nYou can be witcha girl gettin' loose\nBut you can catch a bullet in your goose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nYou can be at the party gettin' loose\nBut you can catch a bullet in your goose","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bubblegoose\n  artist: Wyclef Jean, Refugee Allstars\n  album: Presents The Carnival Featuring Refugee Allstars\n  duration_ms: 229000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  When I was young, Mama played a guitar\n  A microphone and she said I'd go far\n  She said, \"Just keep all the lyrics hardcore\"\n  Listen to my talk and get up, I'm on the corner with my...\n  Hey kids, gather around, it's Wyclef and Melky Sedeck\n  I got a story to tell, heeeeeeere we go\n  Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\n  He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\n  Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\n  One night, he jumped out the car\n  and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  You can be at the party gettin' loose\n  But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose\n  Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in\n  my hand, what should I write next?\n  Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success brings stress\n  I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect call from Jeff\n  The operator say, \"If you accept, say yes\"\n  \"Yes, what's the deal, son?\"\n  \"Yo, I got bad news\"\n  Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues\n  \"The friends will make you, then too can break you\n  They plan an execution like Fu Man Chu\"\n  \"Who?\"\n  \"You know the character from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)\"\n  \"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm losin' you\"\n  \"Hey yo, your cousin Rohann...\"\n  \"Uh-huh\"\n  \"Who used to sell bang\"\n  \"Uh-huh\"\n  \"DT's found his hand in the back of Binnigans...\"\n  \"What?\"\n  \"In a plastic bag with a note attached\"\n  \"Saying what?\"\n  \"A million and a half or he won't be back\"\n  \"So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12: 00 sharp\"\n  \"If not, at the funeral, you gotta play the harp\"\n  Yo, why they wanna start and make me play my part?\n  Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?\n  I jumped into my car, there's gotta be a joke\n  Traffic's backed up, who's in town, the Pope?\n  S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and looked left\n  To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky Sedeck\n  Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\n  He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\n  Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\n  One night, he jumped out the car\n  and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  You can be at the party gettin' loose\n  But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose\n  You're shootin' in the opposite position\n  I'm thiniin', \"Should I fire or hold back on ammunition\n  On your wig transition?\"\n  My mission, like Take 6, is to spread love\n  But all you screwed mugs got me wearin' black gloves\n  You up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes\n  You wanna feel the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised\n  Shalom, shalom, pardon my left\n  But my right hand's on your throat, massaging you to death\n  You provoke the cycle, call Michael\n  You're lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh\n  You hear me Urkel, your blood will turn purple\n  Like the colour, you holler, ballin' for your mother\n  No-one hears you even though you knock\n  You used to walk around the block with the daily rock\n  Things done changed since your spark got hot\n  Now you got your knot wocked with your very own glock\n  Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\n  He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\n  Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\n  One night, he jumped out the car\n  and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  You can be witcha girl gettin' loose\n  But you can catch a bullet in your goose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  You can be at the party gettin' loose\n  But you can catch a bullet in your goose\n"},{"id":39692459,"name":"Bubblegoose - Bakin' Cake","trackName":"Bubblegoose - Bakin' Cake","artistName":"Wyclef Jean","albumName":"The Carnival Extras","duration":208.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Wassup, man? This Wyclef, man\nWhen I get on the plane\nCome to Brixton, a lot of brothers see me and say\n\"Yo, you sold 15 million records, you haven't commercialized\"\nPlus I can, man, the hood's still in me, you know what I mean?\nThey got mad brothers still baking cake out there\nDo you bake cake?\n\nYo, what do you mean? A pocket full of green\nHere comes the fiend, all we do is bake cake\nI gotta get my break, if you can relate\nWe gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\nYo, what do you mean? Here comes the fiend\nA pocket full of green, all I do is bake cake\nI gotta get my break, if you can relate\nWe gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\n\nAyo, my pen's in my hand, okay, what should I write next?\nOh yeah? And if you don't know success brings stress\nI'm vexed, my phone ring, collect call from Jeff\nThe operator say, \"If you accept, say yes\"\n\"Yes, what's the deal, son?\" \"I got bad news\"\nYo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues\nIt's the friends who make you, them too can break you\n\nThey plan to execute you like Fu Manchu\n\"Who?\" You know the character from Channel 5, Kung Fu\n\"Yo, Jerry, slow down, son, I'm losing you, yo\"\nYour cousin, Rohan, who used to sell bank\nDTs found his hand in the back of Bennigans\n\nIn a plastic bag with a note attached\n\nA million and a half or you won't be back\nSo meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12 o'clock sharp\nIf not, at the funeral, they gotta play the harp\n\nWhy they wanna start and make me play my part?\nDon't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?\nJumped into my car, this gotta be a joke\nTraffic's backed up, who's in town? The Pope?\n\nYo, what do you mean? Here comes the fiend\nPocket full of green, all we do is bake cake\nI gotta get my break, if you can relate\nI gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\nYo, what do you mean? Here comes the fiend\nA pocket full of green, all I do is bake cake\nIf you could relate, jail bars ain't golden gates\nSo you gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\n\nYo, you see me in the opposite position\nI'm thinking should I fire or hold back on ammunition\nOr your wig transition\n\nMy mission, like Take 6, is to spread love\nBut all you screw mugs got me wearing black gloves\nYou up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes\nYou gonna feel the pain like a grown man getting circumcised\n\nShalom, shalom, hey, pardon my left\nBut my right hand's on your throat, hey, massaging you to death\nYo, you provoke the psycho, Carmichael\nYou looking in the mirror while I'm in your window, uh-oh\nYou hear me, Urkel, your blood will turn purple\nLike the color, you holler, bawling for your mother\n\nNo one hears you even though you knock\nYou used to walk around the block with the diddy bop\nThings done changed since your spot got hot\nNow you got your knot wopped with your very own Glock\n\nYo, what do you mean? Wyclef, you in a dream\nSays the boy counting cream, sitting back, watching Mr. Bean\nThis is my break, if you could relate\nYou know I gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\nYo, what do you mean? The boy lost his cream\nTurned into a fiend and sniffed the whole cake\nGot his big break, suffered his fate\nNo time to uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, escape\nHe's dead\n\nThe moral of this story is\nGet out the game before the game play you\nBig shoutout to Mike Tyson\nBig shoutout to Tiger Woods\nI'm learning how to play golf now\nEven though I think the sport is boring\nI'm out","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.18] Wassup, man? This Wyclef, man\n[00:02.61] When I get on the plane\n[00:04.03] Come to Brixton, a lot of brothers see me and say\n[00:05.94] \"Yo, you sold 15 million records, you haven't commercialized\"\n[00:09.24] Plus I can, man, the hood's still in me, you know what I mean?\n[00:11.71] They got mad brothers still baking cake out there\n[00:13.95] Do you bake cake?\n[00:15.38] Yo, what do you mean? A pocket full of green\n[00:17.83] Here comes the fiend, all we do is bake cake\n[00:20.36] I gotta get my break, if you can relate\n[00:22.95] We gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\n[00:25.49] Yo, what do you mean? Here comes the fiend\n[00:28.22] A pocket full of green, all I do is bake cake\n[00:30.96] I gotta get my break, if you can relate\n[00:33.57] We gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\n[00:35.76] Ayo, my pen's in my hand, okay, what should I write next?\n[00:38.66] Oh yeah? And if you don't know success brings stress\n[00:41.40] I'm vexed, my phone ring, collect call from Jeff\n[00:44.17] The operator say, \"If you accept, say yes\"\n[00:46.53] \"Yes, what's the deal, son?\" \"I got bad news\"\n[00:49.00] Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues\n[00:51.97] It's the friends who make you, them too can break you\n[00:54.65] They plan to execute you like Fu Manchu\n[00:56.92] \"Who?\" You know the character from Channel 5, Kung Fu\n[00:59.60] \"Yo, Jerry, slow down, son, I'm losing you, yo\"\n[01:02.55] Your cousin, Rohan, who used to sell bank\n[01:05.32] DTs found his hand in the back of Bennigans\n[01:08.07] In a plastic bag with a note attached\n[01:10.42] A million and a half or you won't be back\n[01:12.66] So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12 o'clock sharp\n[01:15.78] If not, at the funeral, they gotta play the harp\n[01:18.49] Why they wanna start and make me play my part?\n[01:20.77] Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?\n[01:23.70] Jumped into my car, this gotta be a joke\n[01:26.33] Traffic's backed up, who's in town? The Pope?\n[01:29.01] Yo, what do you mean? Here comes the fiend\n[01:31.51] Pocket full of green, all we do is bake cake\n[01:34.18] I gotta get my break, if you can relate\n[01:36.70] I gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\n[01:39.15] Yo, what do you mean? Here comes the fiend\n[01:41.95] A pocket full of green, all I do is bake cake\n[01:44.65] If you could relate, jail bars ain't golden gates\n[01:47.05] So you gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\n[01:48.98] Yo, you see me in the opposite position\n[01:51.22] I'm thinking should I fire or hold back on ammunition\n[01:53.62] Or your wig transition\n[01:55.13] My mission, like Take 6, is to spread love\n[01:57.88] But all you screw mugs got me wearing black gloves\n[02:00.53] You up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes\n[02:02.70] You gonna feel the pain like a grown man getting circumcised\n[02:06.02] Shalom, shalom, hey, pardon my left\n[02:08.13] But my right hand's on your throat, hey, massaging you to death\n[02:10.68] Yo, you provoke the psycho, Carmichael\n[02:13.57] You looking in the mirror while I'm in your window, uh-oh\n[02:16.55] You hear me, Urkel, your blood will turn purple\n[02:18.59] Like the color, you holler, bawling for your mother\n[02:21.64] No one hears you even though you knock\n[02:23.77] You used to walk around the block with the diddy bop\n[02:26.86] Things done changed since your spot got hot\n[02:29.15] Now you got your knot wopped with your very own Glock\n[02:31.83] Yo, what do you mean? Wyclef, you in a dream\n[02:34.45] Says the boy counting cream, sitting back, watching Mr. Bean\n[02:37.54] This is my break, if you could relate\n[02:39.50] You know I gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\n[02:42.36] Yo, what do you mean? The boy lost his cream\n[02:45.37] Turned into a fiend and sniffed the whole cake\n[02:47.91] Got his big break, suffered his fate\n[02:50.28] No time to uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, escape\n[02:53.05] He's dead\n[02:53.81] The moral of this story is\n[02:56.33] Get out the game before the game play you\n[02:59.61] Big shoutout to Mike Tyson\n[03:02.17] Big shoutout to Tiger Woods\n[03:04.49] I'm learning how to play golf now\n[03:06.19] Even though I think the sport is boring\n[03:24.89] I'm out\n[03:25.63] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bubblegoose - Bakin' Cake\n  artist: Wyclef Jean\n  album: The Carnival Extras\n  duration_ms: 208000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Wassup, man? 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This Wyclef, man\n  When I get on the plane\n  Come to Brixton, a lot of brothers see me and say\n  \"Yo, you sold 15 million records, you haven't commercialized\"\n  Plus I can, man, the hood's still in me, you know what I mean?\n  They got mad brothers still baking cake out there\n  Do you bake cake?\n\n  Yo, what do you mean? A pocket full of green\n  Here comes the fiend, all we do is bake cake\n  I gotta get my break, if you can relate\n  We gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\n  Yo, what do you mean? Here comes the fiend\n  A pocket full of green, all I do is bake cake\n  I gotta get my break, if you can relate\n  We gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\n\n  Ayo, my pen's in my hand, okay, what should I write next?\n  Oh yeah? And if you don't know success brings stress\n  I'm vexed, my phone ring, collect call from Jeff\n  The operator say, \"If you accept, say yes\"\n  \"Yes, what's the deal, son?\" \"I got bad news\"\n  Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues\n  It's the friends who make you, them too can break you\n\n  They plan to execute you like Fu Manchu\n  \"Who?\" You know the character from Channel 5, Kung Fu\n  \"Yo, Jerry, slow down, son, I'm losing you, yo\"\n  Your cousin, Rohan, who used to sell bank\n  DTs found his hand in the back of Bennigans\n\n  In a plastic bag with a note attached\n\n  A million and a half or you won't be back\n  So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12 o'clock sharp\n  If not, at the funeral, they gotta play the harp\n\n  Why they wanna start and make me play my part?\n  Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?\n  Jumped into my car, this gotta be a joke\n  Traffic's backed up, who's in town? The Pope?\n\n  Yo, what do you mean? Here comes the fiend\n  Pocket full of green, all we do is bake cake\n  I gotta get my break, if you can relate\n  I gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\n  Yo, what do you mean? Here comes the fiend\n  A pocket full of green, all I do is bake cake\n  If you could relate, jail bars ain't golden gates\n  So you gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\n\n  Yo, you see me in the opposite position\n  I'm thinking should I fire or hold back on ammunition\n  Or your wig transition\n\n  My mission, like Take 6, is to spread love\n  But all you screw mugs got me wearing black gloves\n  You up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes\n  You gonna feel the pain like a grown man getting circumcised\n\n  Shalom, shalom, hey, pardon my left\n  But my right hand's on your throat, hey, massaging you to death\n  Yo, you provoke the psycho, Carmichael\n  You looking in the mirror while I'm in your window, uh-oh\n  You hear me, Urkel, your blood will turn purple\n  Like the color, you holler, bawling for your mother\n\n  No one hears you even though you knock\n  You used to walk around the block with the diddy bop\n  Things done changed since your spot got hot\n  Now you got your knot wopped with your very own Glock\n\n  Yo, what do you mean? 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This Wyclef, man\nWhen I get on the plane\nCome to Brixton, a lot of brothers see me and say\n\"Yo, you sold 15 million records, you haven't commercialized\"\nPlus I can, man, the hood's still in me, you know what I mean?\nThey got mad brothers still baking cake out there\nDo you bake cake?\n\nYo, what do you mean? A pocket full of green\nHere comes the fiend, all we do is bake cake\nI gotta get my break, if you can relate\nWe gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\nYo, what do you mean? Here comes the fiend\nA pocket full of green, all I do is bake cake\nI gotta get my break, if you can relate\nWe gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\n\nAyo, my pen's in my hand, okay, what should I write next?\nOh yeah? And if you don't know success brings stress\nI'm vexed, my phone ring, collect call from Jeff\nThe operator say, \"If you accept, say yes\"\n\"Yes, what's the deal, son?\" \"I got bad news\"\nYo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues\nIt's the friends who make you, them too can break you\n\nThey plan to execute you like Fu Manchu\n\"Who?\" You know the character from Channel 5, Kung Fu\n\"Yo, Jerry, slow down, son, I'm losing you, yo\"\nYour cousin, Rohan, who used to sell bank\nDTs found his hand in the back of Bennigans\n\nIn a plastic bag with a note attached\n\nA million and a half or you won't be back\nSo meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12 o'clock sharp\nIf not, at the funeral, they gotta play the harp\n\nWhy they wanna start and make me play my part?\nDon't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?\nJumped into my car, this gotta be a joke\nTraffic's backed up, who's in town? The Pope?\n\nYo, what do you mean? Here comes the fiend\nPocket full of green, all we do is bake cake\nI gotta get my break, if you can relate\nI gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\nYo, what do you mean? Here comes the fiend\nA pocket full of green, all I do is bake cake\nIf you could relate, jail bars ain't golden gates\nSo you gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\n\nYo, you see me in the opposite position\nI'm thinking should I fire or hold back on ammunition\nOr your wig transition\n\nMy mission, like Take 6, is to spread love\nBut all you screw mugs got me wearing black gloves\nYou up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes\nYou gonna feel the pain like a grown man getting circumcised\n\nShalom, shalom, hey, pardon my left\nBut my right hand's on your throat, hey, massaging you to death\nYo, you provoke the psycho, Carmichael\nYou looking in the mirror while I'm in your window, uh-oh\nYou hear me, Urkel, your blood will turn purple\nLike the color, you holler, bawling for your mother\n\nNo one hears you even though you knock\nYou used to walk around the block with the diddy bop\nThings done changed since your spot got hot\nNow you got your knot wopped with your very own Glock\n\nYo, what do you mean? 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This Wyclef, man\n  When I get on the plane\n  Come to Brixton, a lot of brothers see me and say\n  \"Yo, you sold 15 million records, you haven't commercialized\"\n  Plus I can, man, the hood's still in me, you know what I mean?\n  They got mad brothers still baking cake out there\n  Do you bake cake?\n\n  Yo, what do you mean? A pocket full of green\n  Here comes the fiend, all we do is bake cake\n  I gotta get my break, if you can relate\n  We gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\n  Yo, what do you mean? Here comes the fiend\n  A pocket full of green, all I do is bake cake\n  I gotta get my break, if you can relate\n  We gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\n\n  Ayo, my pen's in my hand, okay, what should I write next?\n  Oh yeah? And if you don't know success brings stress\n  I'm vexed, my phone ring, collect call from Jeff\n  The operator say, \"If you accept, say yes\"\n  \"Yes, what's the deal, son?\" \"I got bad news\"\n  Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues\n  It's the friends who make you, them too can break you\n\n  They plan to execute you like Fu Manchu\n  \"Who?\" You know the character from Channel 5, Kung Fu\n  \"Yo, Jerry, slow down, son, I'm losing you, yo\"\n  Your cousin, Rohan, who used to sell bank\n  DTs found his hand in the back of Bennigans\n\n  In a plastic bag with a note attached\n\n  A million and a half or you won't be back\n  So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12 o'clock sharp\n  If not, at the funeral, they gotta play the harp\n\n  Why they wanna start and make me play my part?\n  Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?\n  Jumped into my car, this gotta be a joke\n  Traffic's backed up, who's in town? The Pope?\n\n  Yo, what do you mean? Here comes the fiend\n  Pocket full of green, all we do is bake cake\n  I gotta get my break, if you can relate\n  I gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\n  Yo, what do you mean? Here comes the fiend\n  A pocket full of green, all I do is bake cake\n  If you could relate, jail bars ain't golden gates\n  So you gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\n\n  Yo, you see me in the opposite position\n  I'm thinking should I fire or hold back on ammunition\n  Or your wig transition\n\n  My mission, like Take 6, is to spread love\n  But all you screw mugs got me wearing black gloves\n  You up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes\n  You gonna feel the pain like a grown man getting circumcised\n\n  Shalom, shalom, hey, pardon my left\n  But my right hand's on your throat, hey, massaging you to death\n  Yo, you provoke the psycho, Carmichael\n  You looking in the mirror while I'm in your window, uh-oh\n  You hear me, Urkel, your blood will turn purple\n  Like the color, you holler, bawling for your mother\n\n  No one hears you even though you knock\n  You used to walk around the block with the diddy bop\n  Things done changed since your spot got hot\n  Now you got your knot wopped with your very own Glock\n\n  Yo, what do you mean? Wyclef, you in a dream\n  Says the boy counting cream, sitting back, watching Mr. Bean\n  This is my break, if you could relate\n  You know I gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\n  Yo, what do you mean? The boy lost his cream\n  Turned into a fiend and sniffed the whole cake\n  Got his big break, suffered his fate\n  No time to uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, escape\n  He's dead\n\n  The moral of this story is\n  Get out the game before the game play you\n  Big shoutout to Mike Tyson\n  Big shoutout to Tiger Woods\n  I'm learning how to play golf now\n  Even though I think the sport is boring\n  I'm out\n"},{"id":39792836,"name":"Bubblegoose - Bakin' Cake","trackName":"Bubblegoose - Bakin' Cake","artistName":"Wyclef Jean","albumName":"The Carnival Extras","duration":206.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Wassup, man? This Wyclef, man\nWhen I get on the plane\nCome to Brixton, a lot of brothers see me and say\n\"Yo, you sold 15 million records, you haven't commercialized\"\nPlus I can, man, the hood's still in me, you know what I mean?\nThey got mad brothers still baking cake out there\nDo you bake cake?\n\nYo, what do you mean? A pocket full of green\nHere comes the fiend, all we do is bake cake\nI gotta get my break, if you can relate\nWe gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\nYo, what do you mean? Here comes the fiend\nA pocket full of green, all I do is bake cake\nI gotta get my break, if you can relate\nWe gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\n\nAyo, my pen's in my hand, okay, what should I write next?\nOh yeah? And if you don't know success brings stress\nI'm vexed, my phone ring, collect call from Jeff\nThe operator say, \"If you accept, say yes\"\n\"Yes, what's the deal, son?\" \"I got bad news\"\nYo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues\nIt's the friends who make you, them too can break you\n\nThey plan to execute you like Fu Manchu\n\"Who?\" You know the character from Channel 5, Kung Fu\n\"Yo, Jerry, slow down, son, I'm losing you, yo\"\nYour cousin, Rohan, who used to sell bank\nDTs found his hand in the back of Bennigans\n\nIn a plastic bag with a note attached\n\nA million and a half or you won't be back\nSo meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12 o'clock sharp\nIf not, at the funeral, they gotta play the harp\n\nWhy they wanna start and make me play my part?\nDon't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?\nJumped into my car, this gotta be a joke\nTraffic's backed up, who's in town? The Pope?\n\nYo, what do you mean? Here comes the fiend\nPocket full of green, all we do is bake cake\nI gotta get my break, if you can relate\nI gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\nYo, what do you mean? Here comes the fiend\nA pocket full of green, all I do is bake cake\nIf you could relate, jail bars ain't golden gates\nSo you gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\n\nYo, you see me in the opposite position\nI'm thinking should I fire or hold back on ammunition\nOr your wig transition\n\nMy mission, like Take 6, is to spread love\nBut all you screw mugs got me wearing black gloves\nYou up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes\nYou gonna feel the pain like a grown man getting circumcised\n\nShalom, shalom, hey, pardon my left\nBut my right hand's on your throat, hey, massaging you to death\nYo, you provoke the psycho, Carmichael\nYou looking in the mirror while I'm in your window, uh-oh\nYou hear me, Urkel, your blood will turn purple\nLike the color, you holler, bawling for your mother\n\nNo one hears you even though you knock\nYou used to walk around the block with the diddy bop\nThings done changed since your spot got hot\nNow you got your knot wopped with your very own Glock\n\nYo, what do you mean? Wyclef, you in a dream\nSays the boy counting cream, sitting back, watching Mr. Bean\nThis is my break, if you could relate\nYou know I gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\nYo, what do you mean? The boy lost his cream\nTurned into a fiend and sniffed the whole cake\nGot his big break, suffered his fate\nNo time to uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, escape\nHe's dead\n\nThe moral of this story is\nGet out the game before the game play you\nBig shoutout to Mike Tyson\nBig shoutout to Tiger Woods\nI'm learning how to play golf now\nEven though I think the sport is boring\nI'm out","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.18]Wassup, man? This Wyclef, man\n[00:02.61]When I get on the plane\n[00:04.03]Come to Brixton, a lot of brothers see me and say\n[00:05.94]\"Yo, you sold 15 million records, you haven't commercialized\"\n[00:09.24]Plus I can, man, the hood's still in me, you know what I mean?\n[00:11.71]They got mad brothers still baking cake out there\n[00:13.95]Do you bake cake?\n[00:15.38]Yo, what do you mean? A pocket full of green\n[00:17.83]Here comes the fiend, all we do is bake cake\n[00:20.36]I gotta get my break, if you can relate\n[00:22.95]We gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\n[00:25.49]Yo, what do you mean? Here comes the fiend\n[00:28.22]A pocket full of green, all I do is bake cake\n[00:30.96]I gotta get my break, if you can relate\n[00:33.57]We gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\n[00:35.76]Ayo, my pen's in my hand, okay, what should I write next?\n[00:38.66]Oh yeah? And if you don't know success brings stress\n[00:41.40]I'm vexed, my phone ring, collect call from Jeff\n[00:44.17]The operator say, \"If you accept, say yes\"\n[00:46.53]\"Yes, what's the deal, son?\" \"I got bad news\"\n[00:49.00]Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues\n[00:51.97]It's the friends who make you, them too can break you\n[00:54.65]They plan to execute you like Fu Manchu\n[00:56.92]\"Who?\" You know the character from Channel 5, Kung Fu\n[00:59.60]\"Yo, Jerry, slow down, son, I'm losing you, yo\"\n[01:02.55]Your cousin, Rohan, who used to sell bank\n[01:05.32]DTs found his hand in the back of Bennigans\n[01:08.07]In a plastic bag with a note attached\n[01:10.42]A million and a half or you won't be back\n[01:12.66]So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12 o'clock sharp\n[01:15.78]If not, at the funeral, they gotta play the harp\n[01:18.49]Why they wanna start and make me play my part?\n[01:20.77]Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?\n[01:23.70]Jumped into my car, this gotta be a joke\n[01:26.33]Traffic's backed up, who's in town? The Pope?\n[01:29.01]Yo, what do you mean? Here comes the fiend\n[01:31.51]Pocket full of green, all we do is bake cake\n[01:34.18]I gotta get my break, if you can relate\n[01:36.70]I gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\n[01:39.15]Yo, what do you mean? Here comes the fiend\n[01:41.95]A pocket full of green, all I do is bake cake\n[01:44.65]If you could relate, jail bars ain't golden gates\n[01:47.05]So you gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\n[01:48.98]Yo, you see me in the opposite position\n[01:51.22]I'm thinking should I fire or hold back on ammunition\n[01:53.62]Or your wig transition\n[01:55.13]My mission, like Take 6, is to spread love\n[01:57.88]But all you screw mugs got me wearing black gloves\n[02:00.53]You up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes\n[02:02.70]You gonna feel the pain like a grown man getting circumcised\n[02:06.02]Shalom, shalom, hey, pardon my left\n[02:08.13]But my right hand's on your throat, hey, massaging you to death\n[02:10.68]Yo, you provoke the psycho, Carmichael\n[02:13.57]You looking in the mirror while I'm in your window, uh-oh\n[02:16.55]You hear me, Urkel, your blood will turn purple\n[02:18.59]Like the color, you holler, bawling for your mother\n[02:21.64]No one hears you even though you knock\n[02:23.77]You used to walk around the block with the diddy bop\n[02:26.86]Things done changed since your spot got hot\n[02:29.15]Now you got your knot wopped with your very own Glock\n[02:31.83]Yo, what do you mean? Wyclef, you in a dream\n[02:34.45]Says the boy counting cream, sitting back, watching Mr. Bean\n[02:37.54]This is my break, if you could relate\n[02:39.50]You know I gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\n[02:42.36]Yo, what do you mean? The boy lost his cream\n[02:45.37]Turned into a fiend and sniffed the whole cake\n[02:47.91]Got his big break, suffered his fate\n[02:50.28]No time to uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, escape\n[02:53.05]He's dead\n[02:53.81]The moral of this story is\n[02:56.33]Get out the game before the game play you\n[02:59.61]Big shoutout to Mike Tyson\n[03:02.17]Big shoutout to Tiger Woods\n[03:04.49]I'm learning how to play golf now\n[03:06.19]Even though I think the sport is boring\n[03:24.89]I'm out\n[03:25.63]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bubblegoose - Bakin' Cake\n  artist: Wyclef Jean\n  album: The Carnival Extras\n  duration_ms: 205662\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Wassup, man? 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This Wyclef, man\n  When I get on the plane\n  Come to Brixton, a lot of brothers see me and say\n  \"Yo, you sold 15 million records, you haven't commercialized\"\n  Plus I can, man, the hood's still in me, you know what I mean?\n  They got mad brothers still baking cake out there\n  Do you bake cake?\n\n  Yo, what do you mean? A pocket full of green\n  Here comes the fiend, all we do is bake cake\n  I gotta get my break, if you can relate\n  We gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\n  Yo, what do you mean? Here comes the fiend\n  A pocket full of green, all I do is bake cake\n  I gotta get my break, if you can relate\n  We gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\n\n  Ayo, my pen's in my hand, okay, what should I write next?\n  Oh yeah? And if you don't know success brings stress\n  I'm vexed, my phone ring, collect call from Jeff\n  The operator say, \"If you accept, say yes\"\n  \"Yes, what's the deal, son?\" \"I got bad news\"\n  Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues\n  It's the friends who make you, them too can break you\n\n  They plan to execute you like Fu Manchu\n  \"Who?\" You know the character from Channel 5, Kung Fu\n  \"Yo, Jerry, slow down, son, I'm losing you, yo\"\n  Your cousin, Rohan, who used to sell bank\n  DTs found his hand in the back of Bennigans\n\n  In a plastic bag with a note attached\n\n  A million and a half or you won't be back\n  So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12 o'clock sharp\n  If not, at the funeral, they gotta play the harp\n\n  Why they wanna start and make me play my part?\n  Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?\n  Jumped into my car, this gotta be a joke\n  Traffic's backed up, who's in town? The Pope?\n\n  Yo, what do you mean? Here comes the fiend\n  Pocket full of green, all we do is bake cake\n  I gotta get my break, if you can relate\n  I gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\n  Yo, what do you mean? Here comes the fiend\n  A pocket full of green, all I do is bake cake\n  If you could relate, jail bars ain't golden gates\n  So you gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\n\n  Yo, you see me in the opposite position\n  I'm thinking should I fire or hold back on ammunition\n  Or your wig transition\n\n  My mission, like Take 6, is to spread love\n  But all you screw mugs got me wearing black gloves\n  You up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes\n  You gonna feel the pain like a grown man getting circumcised\n\n  Shalom, shalom, hey, pardon my left\n  But my right hand's on your throat, hey, massaging you to death\n  Yo, you provoke the psycho, Carmichael\n  You looking in the mirror while I'm in your window, uh-oh\n  You hear me, Urkel, your blood will turn purple\n  Like the color, you holler, bawling for your mother\n\n  No one hears you even though you knock\n  You used to walk around the block with the diddy bop\n  Things done changed since your spot got hot\n  Now you got your knot wopped with your very own Glock\n\n  Yo, what do you mean? Wyclef, you in a dream\n  Says the boy counting cream, sitting back, watching Mr. Bean\n  This is my break, if you could relate\n  You know I gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta escape\n  Yo, what do you mean? The boy lost his cream\n  Turned into a fiend and sniffed the whole cake\n  Got his big break, suffered his fate\n  No time to uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, escape\n  He's dead\n\n  The moral of this story is\n  Get out the game before the game play you\n  Big shoutout to Mike Tyson\n  Big shoutout to Tiger Woods\n  I'm learning how to play golf now\n  Even though I think the sport is boring\n  I'm out\n"},{"id":6663311,"name":"Bubblegoose","trackName":"Bubblegoose","artistName":"Wyclef Jean feat. Refugee Allstars","albumName":"The Carnival","duration":229.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"When I was young, Mama played a guitar\nA microphone and she said I'd go far\nShe said, \"Just keep all the lyrics hardcore\"\nListen to my talk and get up, I'm on the corner with my...\nHey kids, gather around, it's Wyclef and Melky Sedeck\nI got a story to tell, heeeeeeere we go\nSit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\nHe used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\nBlack BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\nOne night, he jumped out the car\nAnd caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nYou can be at the party gettin' loose\nBut you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose\nHey yo, hey yo, my pen's in\nMy hand, what should I write next?\nOh yeah, and if you don't know, success brings stress\nI'm vexed, my phone rings, collect call from Jeff\nThe operator say, \"If you accept, say yes\"\n\"Yes, what's the deal, son?\"\n\"Yo, I got bad news\"\nYo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues\n\"The friends will make you, then too can break you\nThey plan an execution like Fu Man Chu\"\n\"Who?\"\n\"You know the character from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)\"\n\"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm losin' you\"\n\"Hey yo, your cousin Rohann...\"\n\"Uh-huh\"\n\"Who used to sell bang\"\n\"Uh-huh\"\n\"DT's found his hand in the back of Binnigans...\"\n\"What?\"\n\"In a plastic bag with a note attached\"\n\"Saying what?\"\n\"A million and a half or he won't be back\"\n\"So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12: 00 sharp\"\n\"If not, at the funeral, you gotta play the harp\"\nYo, why they wanna start and make me play my part?\nDon't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?\nI jumped into my car, there's gotta be a joke\nTraffic's backed up, who's in town, the Pope?\nS-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and looked left\nTo my surprise, it was my sis, Melky Sedeck\nSit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\nHe used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\nBlack BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\nOne night, he jumped out the car\nAnd caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nYou can be at the party gettin' loose\nBut you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose\nYou're shootin' in the opposite position\nI'm thiniin', \"Should I fire or hold back on ammunition\nOn your wig transition?\"\nMy mission, like Take 6, is to spread love\nBut all you screwed mugs got me wearin' black gloves\nYou up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes\nYou wanna feel the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised\nShalom, shalom, pardon my left\nBut my right hand's on your throat, massaging you to death\nYou provoke the cycle, call Michael\nYou're lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh\nYou hear me Urkel, your blood will turn purple\nLike the colour, you holler, ballin' for your mother\nNo-one hears you even though you knock\nYou used to walk around the block with the daily rock\nThings done changed since your spark got hot\nNow you got your knot wocked with your very own glock\nSit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\nHe used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\nBlack BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\nOne night, he jumped out the car\nAnd caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nYou can be witcha girl gettin' loose\nBut you can catch a bullet in your goose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nYou can be at the party gettin' loose\nBut you can catch a bullet in your goose","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bubblegoose\n  artist: Wyclef Jean feat. Refugee Allstars\n  album: The Carnival\n  duration_ms: 229000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  When I was young, Mama played a guitar\n  A microphone and she said I'd go far\n  She said, \"Just keep all the lyrics hardcore\"\n  Listen to my talk and get up, I'm on the corner with my...\n  Hey kids, gather around, it's Wyclef and Melky Sedeck\n  I got a story to tell, heeeeeeere we go\n  Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\n  He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\n  Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\n  One night, he jumped out the car\n  And caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  You can be at the party gettin' loose\n  But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose\n  Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in\n  My hand, what should I write next?\n  Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success brings stress\n  I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect call from Jeff\n  The operator say, \"If you accept, say yes\"\n  \"Yes, what's the deal, son?\"\n  \"Yo, I got bad news\"\n  Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues\n  \"The friends will make you, then too can break you\n  They plan an execution like Fu Man Chu\"\n  \"Who?\"\n  \"You know the character from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)\"\n  \"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm losin' you\"\n  \"Hey yo, your cousin Rohann...\"\n  \"Uh-huh\"\n  \"Who used to sell bang\"\n  \"Uh-huh\"\n  \"DT's found his hand in the back of Binnigans...\"\n  \"What?\"\n  \"In a plastic bag with a note attached\"\n  \"Saying what?\"\n  \"A million and a half or he won't be back\"\n  \"So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12: 00 sharp\"\n  \"If not, at the funeral, you gotta play the harp\"\n  Yo, why they wanna start and make me play my part?\n  Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?\n  I jumped into my car, there's gotta be a joke\n  Traffic's backed up, who's in town, the Pope?\n  S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and looked left\n  To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky Sedeck\n  Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\n  He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\n  Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\n  One night, he jumped out the car\n  And caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  You can be at the party gettin' loose\n  But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose\n  You're shootin' in the opposite position\n  I'm thiniin', \"Should I fire or hold back on ammunition\n  On your wig transition?\"\n  My mission, like Take 6, is to spread love\n  But all you screwed mugs got me wearin' black gloves\n  You up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes\n  You wanna feel the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised\n  Shalom, shalom, pardon my left\n  But my right hand's on your throat, massaging you to death\n  You provoke the cycle, call Michael\n  You're lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh\n  You hear me Urkel, your blood will turn purple\n  Like the colour, you holler, ballin' for your mother\n  No-one hears you even though you knock\n  You used to walk around the block with the daily rock\n  Things done changed since your spark got hot\n  Now you got your knot wocked with your very own glock\n  Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\n  He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\n  Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\n  One night, he jumped out the car\n  And caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  You can be witcha girl gettin' loose\n  But you can catch a bullet in your goose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  You can be at the party gettin' loose\n  But you can catch a bullet in your goose\n"},{"id":15281296,"name":"Bubblegoose","trackName":"Bubblegoose","artistName":"Wyclef Jean featuring Melky Sedeck","albumName":"The Carnival","duration":229.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"When I was young, Mama played a guitar\nA microphone and she said I'd go far\nShe said, \"Just keep all the lyrics hardcore\"\nListen to my talk and get up, I'm on the corner with my...\nHey kids, gather around, it's Wyclef and Melky Sedeck\nI got a story to tell, heeeeeeere we go\nSit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\nHe used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\nBlack BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\nOne night, he jumped out the car\nand caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nYou can be at the party gettin' loose\nBut you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose\nHey yo, hey yo, my pen's in\nmy hand, what should I write next?\nOh yeah, and if you don't know, success brings stress\nI'm vexed, my phone rings, collect call from Jeff\nThe operator say, \"If you accept, say yes\"\n\"Yes, what's the deal, son?\"\n\"Yo, I got bad news\"\nYo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues\n\"The friends will make you, then too can break you\nThey plan an execution like Fu Man Chu\"\n\"Who?\"\n\"You know the character from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)\"\n\"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm losin' you\"\n\"Hey yo, your cousin Rohann...\"\n\"Uh-huh\"\n\"Who used to sell bang\"\n\"Uh-huh\"\n\"DT's found his hand in the back of Binnigans...\"\n\"What?\"\n\"In a plastic bag with a note attached\"\n\"Saying what?\"\n\"A million and a half or he won't be back\"\n\"So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12: 00 sharp\"\n\"If not, at the funeral, you gotta play the harp\"\nYo, why they wanna start and make me play my part?\nDon't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?\nI jumped into my car, there's gotta be a joke\nTraffic's backed up, who's in town, the Pope?\nS-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and looked left\nTo my surprise, it was my sis, Melky Sedeck\nSit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\nHe used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\nBlack BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\nOne night, he jumped out the car\nand caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nYou can be at the party gettin' loose\nBut you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose\nYou're shootin' in the opposite position\nI'm thiniin', \"Should I fire or hold back on ammunition\nOn your wig transition?\"\nMy mission, like Take 6, is to spread love\nBut all you screwed mugs got me wearin' black gloves\nYou up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes\nYou wanna feel the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised\nShalom, shalom, pardon my left\nBut my right hand's on your throat, massaging you to death\nYou provoke the cycle, call Michael\nYou're lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh\nYou hear me Urkel, your blood will turn purple\nLike the colour, you holler, ballin' for your mother\nNo-one hears you even though you knock\nYou used to walk around the block with the daily rock\nThings done changed since your spark got hot\nNow you got your knot wocked with your very own glock\nSit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\nHe used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\nBlack BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\nOne night, he jumped out the car\nand caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nYou can be witcha girl gettin' loose\nBut you can catch a bullet in your goose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nYou can be at the party gettin' loose\nBut you can catch a bullet in your goose","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bubblegoose\n  artist: Wyclef Jean featuring Melky Sedeck\n  album: The Carnival\n  duration_ms: 229000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  When I was young, Mama played a guitar\n  A microphone and she said I'd go far\n  She said, \"Just keep all the lyrics hardcore\"\n  Listen to my talk and get up, I'm on the corner with my...\n  Hey kids, gather around, it's Wyclef and Melky Sedeck\n  I got a story to tell, heeeeeeere we go\n  Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\n  He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\n  Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\n  One night, he jumped out the car\n  and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  You can be at the party gettin' loose\n  But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose\n  Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in\n  my hand, what should I write next?\n  Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success brings stress\n  I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect call from Jeff\n  The operator say, \"If you accept, say yes\"\n  \"Yes, what's the deal, son?\"\n  \"Yo, I got bad news\"\n  Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues\n  \"The friends will make you, then too can break you\n  They plan an execution like Fu Man Chu\"\n  \"Who?\"\n  \"You know the character from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)\"\n  \"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm losin' you\"\n  \"Hey yo, your cousin Rohann...\"\n  \"Uh-huh\"\n  \"Who used to sell bang\"\n  \"Uh-huh\"\n  \"DT's found his hand in the back of Binnigans...\"\n  \"What?\"\n  \"In a plastic bag with a note attached\"\n  \"Saying what?\"\n  \"A million and a half or he won't be back\"\n  \"So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12: 00 sharp\"\n  \"If not, at the funeral, you gotta play the harp\"\n  Yo, why they wanna start and make me play my part?\n  Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?\n  I jumped into my car, there's gotta be a joke\n  Traffic's backed up, who's in town, the Pope?\n  S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and looked left\n  To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky Sedeck\n  Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\n  He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\n  Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\n  One night, he jumped out the car\n  and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  You can be at the party gettin' loose\n  But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose\n  You're shootin' in the opposite position\n  I'm thiniin', \"Should I fire or hold back on ammunition\n  On your wig transition?\"\n  My mission, like Take 6, is to spread love\n  But all you screwed mugs got me wearin' black gloves\n  You up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes\n  You wanna feel the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised\n  Shalom, shalom, pardon my left\n  But my right hand's on your throat, massaging you to death\n  You provoke the cycle, call Michael\n  You're lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh\n  You hear me Urkel, your blood will turn purple\n  Like the colour, you holler, ballin' for your mother\n  No-one hears you even though you knock\n  You used to walk around the block with the daily rock\n  Things done changed since your spark got hot\n  Now you got your knot wocked with your very own glock\n  Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\n  He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\n  Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\n  One night, he jumped out the car\n  and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  You can be witcha girl gettin' loose\n  But you can catch a bullet in your goose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  You can be at the party gettin' loose\n  But 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what should I write next?\n  Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success brings stress\n  I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect call from Jeff\n  The operator say, \"If you accept, say yes\"\n  \"Yes, what's the deal, son?\"\n  \"Yo, I got bad news\"\n  Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues\n  \"The friends will make you, then too can break you\n  They plan an execution like Fu Man Chu\"\n  \"Who?\"\n  \"You know the character from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)\"\n  \"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm losin' you\"\n  \"Hey yo, your cousin Rohann...\"\n  \"Uh-huh\"\n  \"Who used to sell bang\"\n  \"Uh-huh\"\n  \"DT's found his hand in the back of Binnigans...\"\n  \"What?\"\n  \"In a plastic bag with a note attached\"\n  \"Saying what?\"\n  \"A million and a half or he won't be back\"\n  \"So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12: 00 sharp\"\n  \"If not, at the funeral, you gotta play the harp\"\n  Yo, why they wanna start and make me play my part?\n  Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?\n  I jumped into my car, there's gotta be a joke\n  Traffic's backed up, who's in town, the Pope?\n  S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and looked left\n  To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky Sedeck\n  Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\n  He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\n  Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\n  One night, he jumped out the car\n  and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  You can be at the party gettin' loose\n  But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose\n  You're shootin' in the opposite position\n  I'm thiniin', \"Should I fire or hold back on ammunition\n  On your wig transition?\"\n  My mission, like Take 6, is to spread love\n  But all you screwed mugs got me wearin' black gloves\n  You up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes\n  You wanna feel the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised\n  Shalom, shalom, pardon my left\n  But my right hand's on your throat, massaging you to death\n  You provoke the cycle, call Michael\n  You're lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh\n  You hear me Urkel, your blood will turn purple\n  Like the colour, you holler, ballin' for your mother\n  No-one hears you even though you knock\n  You used to walk around the block with the daily rock\n  Things done changed since your spark got hot\n  Now you got your knot wocked with your very own glock\n  Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\n  He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\n  Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\n  One night, he jumped out the car\n  and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  You can be witcha girl gettin' loose\n  But you can catch a bullet in your goose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught 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a bullet in your bubblegoose\nHey yo, hey yo, my pen's in\nmy hand, what should I write next?\nOh yeah, and if you don't know, success brings stress\nI'm vexed, my phone rings, collect call from Jeff\nThe operator say, \"If you accept, say yes\"\n\"Yes, what's the deal, son?\"\n\"Yo, I got bad news\"\nYo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues\n\"The friends will make you, then too can break you\nThey plan an execution like Fu Man Chu\"\n\"Who?\"\n\"You know the character from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)\"\n\"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm losin' you\"\n\"Hey yo, your cousin Rohann...\"\n\"Uh-huh\"\n\"Who used to sell bang\"\n\"Uh-huh\"\n\"DT's found his hand in the back of Binnigans...\"\n\"What?\"\n\"In a plastic bag with a note attached\"\n\"Saying what?\"\n\"A million and a half or he won't be back\"\n\"So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12: 00 sharp\"\n\"If not, at the funeral, you gotta play the harp\"\nYo, why they wanna start and make me play my part?\nDon't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?\nI jumped into my car, there's gotta be a joke\nTraffic's backed up, who's in town, the Pope?\nS-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and looked left\nTo my surprise, it was my sis, Melky Sedeck\nSit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\nHe used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\nBlack BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\nOne night, he jumped out the car\nand caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nYou can be at the party gettin' loose\nBut you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose\nYou're shootin' in the opposite position\nI'm thiniin', \"Should I fire or hold back on ammunition\nOn your wig transition?\"\nMy mission, like Take 6, is to spread love\nBut all you screwed mugs got me wearin' black gloves\nYou up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes\nYou wanna feel the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised\nShalom, shalom, pardon my left\nBut my right hand's on your throat, massaging you to death\nYou provoke the cycle, call Michael\nYou're lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh\nYou hear me Urkel, your blood will turn purple\nLike the colour, you holler, ballin' for your mother\nNo-one hears you even though you knock\nYou used to walk around the block with the daily rock\nThings done changed since your spark got hot\nNow you got your knot wocked with your very own glock\nSit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\nHe used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\nBlack BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\nOne night, he jumped out the car\nand caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nYou can be witcha girl gettin' loose\nBut you can catch a bullet in your goose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nHe caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\nYou can be at the party gettin' loose\nBut you can catch a bullet in your goose","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bubblegoose\n  artist: Wyclef Jean featuring Melky Sedeck\n  album: The Carnival\n  duration_ms: 383733\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  When I was young, Mama played a guitar\n  A microphone and she said I'd go far\n  She said, \"Just keep all the lyrics hardcore\"\n  Listen to my talk and get up, I'm on the corner with my...\n  Hey kids, gather around, it's Wyclef and Melky Sedeck\n  I got a story to tell, heeeeeeere we go\n  Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\n  He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\n  Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\n  One night, he jumped out the car\n  and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  You can be at the party gettin' loose\n  But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose\n  Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in\n  my hand, what should I write next?\n  Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success brings stress\n  I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect call from Jeff\n  The operator say, \"If you accept, say yes\"\n  \"Yes, what's the deal, son?\"\n  \"Yo, I got bad news\"\n  Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues\n  \"The friends will make you, then too can break you\n  They plan an execution like Fu Man Chu\"\n  \"Who?\"\n  \"You know the character from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)\"\n  \"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm losin' you\"\n  \"Hey yo, your cousin Rohann...\"\n  \"Uh-huh\"\n  \"Who used to sell bang\"\n  \"Uh-huh\"\n  \"DT's found his hand in the back of Binnigans...\"\n  \"What?\"\n  \"In a plastic bag with a note attached\"\n  \"Saying what?\"\n  \"A million and a half or he won't be back\"\n  \"So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12: 00 sharp\"\n  \"If not, at the funeral, you gotta play the harp\"\n  Yo, why they wanna start and make me play my part?\n  Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?\n  I jumped into my car, there's gotta be a joke\n  Traffic's backed up, who's in town, the Pope?\n  S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and looked left\n  To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky Sedeck\n  Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\n  He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\n  Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\n  One night, he jumped out the car\n  and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  You can be at the party gettin' loose\n  But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose\n  You're shootin' in the opposite position\n  I'm thiniin', \"Should I fire or hold back on ammunition\n  On your wig transition?\"\n  My mission, like Take 6, is to spread love\n  But all you screwed mugs got me wearin' black gloves\n  You up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes\n  You wanna feel the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised\n  Shalom, shalom, pardon my left\n  But my right hand's on your throat, massaging you to death\n  You provoke the cycle, call Michael\n  You're lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh\n  You hear me Urkel, your blood will turn purple\n  Like the colour, you holler, ballin' for your mother\n  No-one hears you even though you knock\n  You used to walk around the block with the daily rock\n  Things done changed since your spark got hot\n  Now you got your knot wocked with your very own glock\n  Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way\n  He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed\n  Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof\n  One night, he jumped out the car\n  and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  You can be witcha girl gettin' loose\n  But you can catch a bullet in your goose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose\n  You can be at the party gettin' loose\n  But you can catch a bullet in your goose\n"}]