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Fresh, Biz Mark had me beat boxin\nAnd Kim, Foxy and Eve are all warriors\nYa MC Lytes, ya not B's, yall Queen Latifah's\nLooks... pretty Nicki's in Ibiza\nAnd every fella had a crush on Salt N Peppa\nShe so Naughty By Nature, Long.Live.A$AP\nWritten on a Wolf Gang back pack\n\nThings done changed but they stay the same\nI see molly is the new cocaine\nYeah I see the rappers man poppin' champagne\nThem Beasty Boys that Rick Rubin\nAnd Big L was the lyrical king, and Bobby Brown was the rnb king\nAnd we all wanted to be Russell Simmons\nWhat happened to the day when we were all in the same gang?\n\nYeah my young cousins rock Chief Keef tattoos\nThey say Easy E, what an attitude\nI'm talking Cypress Hill, I'm talking Ice Cube\nI'm talking Ice-T, Dr Dre, Snoop\nBone Thugs-n-Harmony, Crucial conflict\nTwista, Tech N9ne, flipped it this way\nI'm talking from back in the day in the bay\nKeak Da Sneak and the homie Mack Dre\nThey should have made a hip-hop dictionary written by E-40\nRed & Meth, Keith Murray, Kanye, Trick Daddy, Too $hort\nFlo ridin' with a Pitbull, Miami going crazy\nBambi, Pimp C, UGK, Master P\nHad me listening to the south in a new way\nAnd I miss Outkast like people miss the Fugees\nAnd there's a Birdman watching over New Orleans\nAnd Scarface never seen a thug cry\nTill he seen his Dogg Nate singin' hooks from the sky\n\nThings done changed but they stay the same\nI see molly is the new cocaine\nI see them rappers with the big gold chains\nLL Cool J Ja, Irv, Murder Inc Fat Joe, Big Pun, Cuban Link\nWe all wanted 5 mics in The Source magazine\nFrench Montana at the Red Café\nWiz Khalifa rol the paper up 'we're all in the same gang'\n\nWhen I hear Waka, I hear ODB slang\nI'm talking Wu Tang, Raekwon, 2Chainz\nEPMD remind me of them Coke boys\nAnd Joey Bada$$'s, Uncle Murda, boys\nGrandmaster Flash red alert, I'm talking Kool Herc\nJazzy Jeff, Fresh Prince brought it to suburbs\nAnd hip hop will never be the same\nSince Eminem lost Proof and Heavy's out the game\nWe still immortal with the technique, making good music\nBut the tables ain't been the same since Jam Master used it\nAnd Common used to love her and her 2Live Crew\nCause she stuck to her roots and let the DJ Screw\nFrom Busta, Jay, Meek Mills to Tip to Quik\nKendrick Lamar, Luda, Ross, Wayne and Drake\n50, Future & Game, Tribe Quest, Wale\nAnd if we miss you, Puff Daddy do the remix\n\nThings done changed but they stay the same\nI see molly is the new cocaine\nA new jesus piece with Chris Lighty's name\nBiggy and Pac, East and West Coast kids\nMary J Blige, RnB queen\nG-Unit, Ruff Ryders, Mobb Deep, DMX\nLox, Dipset, and we all in same game\nLyor Cohen\n\nHip-Hop\nHip-Hop\nHip-Hop\nHip-Hop","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.79]Refugee public, Akon, and on and on\n[00:03.57]All hands on deck\n[00:06.28]Can I go in for a minute?\n[00:08.08]Cause there's no limit to the Cash Money Hip Hop game\n[00:09.00]Things done changed but they stay the same\n[00:12.63]I see molly is the new cocaine\n[00:16.27]I see them rappers with them big gold chains\n[00:18.96]Remind me of the Slick Rick rings\n[00:22.56]And Rakim was the microphone fiend\n[00:25.21]And Bobby Brown was the RnB king\n[00:27.94]Yeah, now every rapper wanna bang\n[00:29.72]What happen to the days we were all in the same gang?\n[00:32.48]Missy and Timbaland, original dubstep\n[00:35.11]And Bambaataa had our future on tape deck\n[00:37.96]Man, my daughter is seven I had to put her in check\n[00:40.68]And let her know that K.R.S.\n[00:43.33]Is more than letters in the alphabets\n[00:44.29]She's Will.I.Am'ing with her mommy\n[00:46.05]She's like: \"Dad, let me teach you how to dougie\"\n[00:48.76]Things done changed but they stay the same\n[00:51.41]I'm bumping Nas in the Range down memory lane\n[00:53.28]Talib, Mos Def, PE bought them lectures\n[00:56.87]My first music video Rakim, I was the extra\n[01:00.49]Run DMC ran rap, now run's a preacher\n[01:03.21]And we all are poor righteous teachers\n[01:05.90]Krush grooving, body moving\n[01:07.72]Rhazel, Doug E. Fresh, Biz Mark had me beat boxin\n[01:10.49]And Kim, Foxy and Eve are all warriors\n[01:13.16]Ya MC Lytes, ya not B's, yall Queen Latifah's\n[01:15.82]Looks... pretty Nicki's in Ibiza\n[01:18.53]And every fella had a crush on Salt N Peppa\n[01:21.25]She so Naughty By Nature, Long.Live.A$AP\n[01:23.90]Written on a Wolf Gang back pack\n[01:27.51]Things done changed but they stay the same\n[01:28.44]I see molly is the new cocaine\n[01:32.00]Yeah I see the rappers man poppin' champagne\n[01:34.84]Them Beasty Boys that Rick Rubin\n[01:37.52]And Big L was the lyrical king, and Bobby Brown was the rnb king\n[01:42.97]And we all wanted to be Russell Simmons\n[01:45.61]What happened to the day when we were all in the same gang?\n[01:49.23]Yeah my young cousins rock Chief Keef tattoos\n[01:51.92]They say Easy E, what an attitude\n[01:54.63]I'm talking Cypress Hill, I'm talking Ice Cube\n[01:57.31]I'm talking Ice-T, Dr Dre, Snoop\n[01:59.14]Bone Thugs-n-Harmony, Crucial 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245740\n  end_ms: 246900\n- text: New York Dogs\n  start_ms: 246900\n  end_ms: 249140\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 249140\nplain: |-\n  This one's goin' out to the strip joints\n  Yo, meet me at Suzy's Rendez-vous\n  For every Go-Go Bar\n  I'ma send this one out to the gentlemen's clubs\n  Magic City, New York dogs, Rolex\n  I be seeing y'all up in there late at night\n  I understand when your girl is stressing you out\n  (Crazy girls)\n  Know what I'm saying?\n  Don't let the ladies fool y'all now, fellas\n  They be doin' the same thing y'all be doin'\n  Turn up my symphony, man\n  Turn up my symphony\n\n  Drop a beat\n  I'm in paradise\n  Look at all these crystals\n  What's up in scores?\n  Yo, straight up this the new anthem for anybody\n  Working hard tryin' to make that\n\n  Money, check it out, y'all\n  (Giddyup giddyup giddyup)\n  Just 'cuz she dances go-go\n  It don't make her a ho, no\n  Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon\n  We going to the disco\n  We gonna elope to Mexico\n  Called up my mama\n\n  Said, \"I'm in love with this strippah, yo\"\n  Ten grand, let me see you\n  Shake it like you got no bones in your body\n  And you was made to be a celebrity\n  Twenty grand, know it's a sin\n  But if only you show me a little more skin\n\n  It would fulfill my fantasy\n  Thirty grand, to the highest bidder\n  But Chris Rock said, \"There's no sex\n  In the champaigne room\"\n  Forty grand, looked into her eyes\n  I saw tears falling down\n\n  Type of tears that money couldn't buy\n\n  Just 'cuz she dances go-go\n  It don't make her a ho, no\n  Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon\n  We going to the disco\n  We gonna elope to Mexico\n  Called up my mama\n  Said, \"I'm in love with this strippah, yo\"\n  Just 'cuz she dances go-go\n  It don't make her a ho, no\n  Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon\n  We going to the disco\n  We gonna elope to Mexico\n  Called up my mama\n  Said, \"I'm in love with this strippah, yo\"\n  Excuse me, what is your name?\n  Uh, my name 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yo\"\n  Yo baby, can I get another lap dance?\n  I tell you I got nothing but funny money, man\n  New York Dogs\n"},{"id":7568276,"name":"Perfect Gentleman","trackName":"Perfect Gentleman","artistName":"Wyclef Jean","albumName":"Pure... 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end_ms: 53310\n- text: Called up my mama\n  start_ms: 53310\n  end_ms: 54520\n- text: Said, \"I'm in love with this strippah, yo\"\n  start_ms: 54520\n  end_ms: 56200\n- text: Ten grand, let me see you\n  start_ms: 56200\n  end_ms: 58330\n- text: Shake it like you got no bones in your body\n  start_ms: 58330\n  end_ms: 60850\n- text: And you was made to be a celebrity\n  start_ms: 60850\n  end_ms: 63500\n- text: Twenty grand, know it's a sin\n  start_ms: 63500\n  end_ms: 65720\n- text: But if only you show me a little more skin\n  start_ms: 65720\n  end_ms: 68420\n- text: It would fulfill my fantasy\n  start_ms: 68420\n  end_ms: 70450\n- text: Thirty grand, to the highest bidder\n  start_ms: 70450\n  end_ms: 72820\n- text: But Chris Rock said, \"There's no sex\n  start_ms: 72820\n  end_ms: 75470\n- text: In the champaigne room\"\n  start_ms: 75470\n  end_ms: 77410\n- text: Forty grand, looked into her eyes\n  start_ms: 77410\n  end_ms: 79990\n- text: I saw tears falling down\n  start_ms: 79990\n  end_ms: 81750\n- text: Type of tears that money couldn't buy\n  start_ms: 81750\n  end_ms: 84380\n- text: Just 'cuz she dances go-go\n  start_ms: 84380\n  end_ms: 86790\n- text: It don't make her a ho, no\n  start_ms: 86790\n  end_ms: 88350\n- text: Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon\n  start_ms: 88350\n  end_ms: 90340\n- text: We going to the disco\n  start_ms: 90340\n  end_ms: 92040\n- text: We gonna elope to Mexico\n  start_ms: 92040\n  end_ms: 95440\n- text: Called up my mama\n  start_ms: 95440\n  end_ms: 96640\n- text: Said, \"I'm in love with this strippah, yo\"\n  start_ms: 96640\n  end_ms: 98780\n- text: Just 'cuz she dances go-go\n  start_ms: 98780\n  end_ms: 100840\n- text: It don't make her a ho, no\n  start_ms: 100840\n  end_ms: 102410\n- text: Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon\n  start_ms: 102410\n  end_ms: 104370\n- text: We going to the disco\n  start_ms: 104370\n  end_ms: 106020\n- text: We gonna elope to Mexico\n  start_ms: 106020\n  end_ms: 109620\n- text: Called up my mama\n  start_ms: 109620\n  end_ms: 111240\n- text: Said, \"I'm in love with this strippah, yo\"\n  start_ms: 111240\n  end_ms: 112860\n- text: Excuse me, what is your name?\n  start_ms: 112860\n  end_ms: 114070\n- text: Uh, my name is Hope, yo\n  start_ms: 114070\n  end_ms: 114690\n- text: I was blessed with the body of the Goddesses\n  start_ms: 114690\n  end_ms: 115180\n- text: Have you any idea how hard this is?\n  start_ms: 115180\n  end_ms: 116320\n- text: I could flex in 25 positions\n  start_ms: 116320\n  end_ms: 118020\n- text: But I only work here to pay my tuition\n  start_ms: 118020\n  end_ms: 119880\n- text: Yo, tantalizing teaser\n  start_ms: 119880\n  end_ms: 121580\n- text: Table-top pleaser\n  start_ms: 121580\n  end_ms: 123300\n- text: Give me what I need a\n  start_ms: 123300\n  end_ms: 125100\n- text: Mastercard or Visa\n  start_ms: 125100\n  end_ms: 126960\n- text: Lap dance fantasy\n  start_ms: 126960\n  end_ms: 128640\n- text: Picture us on an all white canopy\n  start_ms: 128640\n  end_ms: 130460\n- text: Wyclef extended his hand to me\n  start_ms: 130460\n  end_ms: 132120\n- text: Like Billy D. said he's feelin' me\n  start_ms: 132120\n  end_ms: 133850\n- text: Take me away from here, so far\n  start_ms: 133850\n  end_ms: 135650\n- text: Where they ride horses, no cars\n  start_ms: 135650\n  end_ms: 137680\n- text: No more stripping in bars\n  start_ms: 137680\n  end_ms: 139380\n- text: Me and you 'Clef, against the odds\n  start_ms: 139380\n  end_ms: 141060\n- text: Just 'cuz she dances go-go\n  start_ms: 141060\n  end_ms: 143070\n- text: It don't make her a ho, no\n  start_ms: 143070\n  end_ms: 144660\n- text: Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon\n  start_ms: 144660\n  end_ms: 146520\n- text: We going to the disco\n  start_ms: 146520\n  end_ms: 148310\n- text: We gonna elope to Mexico\n  start_ms: 148310\n  end_ms: 151660\n- text: Called up my mama\n  start_ms: 151660\n  end_ms: 152940\n- text: Said, \"I'm in love with this strippah, yo\"\n  start_ms: 152940\n  end_ms: 155380\n- text: Just 'cuz she dances go-go\n  start_ms: 155380\n  end_ms: 157150\n- text: It don't make her a ho, no\n  start_ms: 157150\n  end_ms: 158890\n- text: Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon\n  start_ms: 158890\n  end_ms: 160720\n- text: We going to the disco\n  start_ms: 160720\n  end_ms: 162480\n- text: We gonna elope to Mexico\n  start_ms: 162480\n  end_ms: 165730\n- text: Called up my mama\n  start_ms: 165730\n  end_ms: 167180\n- text: Said, \"I'm in love with this strippah, yo\"\n  start_ms: 167180\n  end_ms: 169250\n- text: Yo a lot of y'all sitting with y'all girls\n  start_ms: 169250\n  end_ms: 171830\n- text: Fronting like the Budweiser commercial\n  start_ms: 171830\n  end_ms: 173970\n- text: Talking 'bout, I-I-I, I don't be going to the strip joints\n  start_ms: 173970\n  end_ms: 177070\n- text: You lying man\n  start_ms: 177070\n  end_ms: 178450\n- text: You'd be surprised who you see up in there man\n  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246350\n  end_ms: 246920\n- text: New York Dogs\n  start_ms: 246920\n  end_ms: 249520\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 249520\nplain: |-\n  This one's goin' out to the strip joints\n  Yo, meet me at Suzy's Rendez-vous\n  For every Go-Go Bar\n  I'ma send this one out to the gentlemen's clubs\n  Magic City, New York dogs, Rolex\n  I be seeing y'all up in there late at night\n  I understand when your girl is stressing you out\n  (Crazy girls)\n  Know what I'm saying?\n  Don't let the ladies fool y'all now, fellas\n  They be doin' the same thing y'all be doin'\n  Turn up my symphony, man\n  Turn up my symphony\n\n  Drop a beat\n  I'm in paradise\n  Look at all these crystals\n  What's up in scores?\n  Yo, straight up this the new anthem for anybody\n  Working hard tryin' to make that\n\n  Money, check it out, y'all\n  (Giddyup giddyup giddyup)\n  Just 'cuz she dances go-go\n  It don't make her a ho, no\n  Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon\n  We going to the disco\n  We gonna elope to Mexico\n  Called up my mama\n\n  Said, \"I'm in love with this strippah, yo\"\n  Ten grand, let me see you\n  Shake it like you got no bones in your body\n  And you was made to be a celebrity\n  Twenty grand, know it's a sin\n  But if only you show me a little more skin\n\n  It would fulfill my fantasy\n  Thirty grand, to the highest bidder\n  But Chris Rock said, \"There's no sex\n  In the champaigne room\"\n  Forty grand, looked into her eyes\n  I saw tears falling down\n\n  Type of tears that money couldn't buy\n\n  Just 'cuz she dances go-go\n  It don't make her a ho, no\n  Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon\n  We going to the disco\n  We gonna elope to Mexico\n  Called up my mama\n  Said, \"I'm in love with this strippah, yo\"\n  Just 'cuz she dances go-go\n  It don't make her a ho, no\n  Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon\n  We going to the disco\n  We gonna elope to Mexico\n  Called up my mama\n  Said, \"I'm in love with this strippah, yo\"\n  Excuse me, what is your name?\n  Uh, my name 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yo\"\n  Yo baby, can I get another lap dance?\n  I tell you I got nothing but funny money, man\n  New York Dogs\n"},{"id":21556726,"name":"911 (feat. 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Blige\n[04:06.91] I'm feelin' you, girl\n[04:09.38] I understand\n[04:11.27] And you're doin', what you're doin', would you do it\n[04:15.39] And do it and do it and do it for me\n[04:15.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 911 (feat. Mary J. 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I'll be gone till November\n[02:00.04] I'll be gone 'til November, you tell my girl yo I'll be gone till November\n[02:04.06] January, February, March, April, May\n[02:07.01] I see you cryin' but girl I can't stay\n[02:09.06] I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November\n[02:12.08] And give a kiss to my motha'\n[02:15.06] I had to flick nothin' and turn it in to somethin'\n[02:18.05] Hip-Hop turns to the future of rock when I smash a pumpkin\n[02:21.03] Commit treason now I have a reason\n[02:24.04] To hunt you down it's only right its rappers season, yeah you\n[02:27.00] With the loud voice posin' like your top choice\n[02:29.08] I make a hertz out of ya rolls Royce\n[02:32.04] Besides I got my girl to remember and I committed that\n[02:36.09] I'll be back in November\n[02:38.03] Every time I make a run, girl you turn around and cry\n[02:44.08] I ask myself why, oh why?\n[02:49.01] See you must understand I can't work a nine to five\n[02:55.06] So I'll be gone till 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Coltrane\n[02:29.53] I stayed calm, gave him a hell of a show\n[02:31.46] Cause when its time to go\n[02:32.80] All I gotta press is turbo\n[02:34.18] Heard it on his walkie, road block on 280 west\n[02:36.99] Things got serious, that's when I bust a left\n[02:39.51] U-Turn, tires burned\n[02:40.97] My concern was a truck coming\n[02:42.30] Head on collision within a changed position\n[02:44.45] Close one, I almost went up in a blaze\n[02:47.44] Running from what appears to be a masquerade\n[02:50.55] Least that what I thought, it was all in my mind\n[02:53.07] Reality stuck when I got to the borderline\n[02:55.67] The headline reads every ghettos sad story\n[02:58.34] A rookie shoots a boy over mistaken identity...\n[03:01.27] (Crash)\n[03:03.17] Apocalypse.\n[03:13.98] 1, 2 the headlines news just broke through\n[03:17.23] Apocalypse.\n[03:19.63] 3, 4 solder, 100 horsemen at your door\n[03:22.58] Apocalypse.\n[03:24.66] 5, 6 you wanted dead or alive, hit or miss\n[03:26.72] Oui, oui, 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giddyup)\nJust 'cuz she dances go-go\nIt don't make her a ho, no\nMaxine, put your red shoes on, hon\nWe going to the disco\nWe gonna elope to Mexico\nCalled up my mama\n\nSaid, \"I'm in love with this strippah, yo\"\nTen grand, let me see you\nShake it like you got no bones in your body\nAnd you was made to be a celebrity\nTwenty grand, know it's a sin\nBut if only you show me a little more skin\n\nIt would fulfill my fantasy\nThirty grand, to the highest bidder\nBut Chris Rock said, \"There's no sex\nIn the champaigne room\"\nForty grand, looked into her eyes\nI saw tears falling down\n\nType of tears that money couldn't buy\n\nJust 'cuz she dances go-go\nIt don't make her a ho, no\nMaxine, put your red shoes on, hon\nWe going to the disco\nWe gonna elope to Mexico\nCalled up my mama\nSaid, \"I'm in love with this strippah, yo\"\nJust 'cuz she dances go-go\nIt don't make her a ho, no\nMaxine, put your red shoes on, hon\nWe going to the disco\nWe gonna elope to Mexico\nCalled up my 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get another lap dance?\nI tell you I got nothing but funny money, man\nNew York Dogs","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.27] This one's goin' out to the strip joints\n[00:06.16] Yo, meet me at Suzy's Rendez-vous\n[00:07.45] For every Go-Go Bar\n[00:10.73] I'ma send this one out to the gentlemen's clubs\n[00:12.25] Magic City, New York dogs, Rolex\n[00:14.34] I be seeing y'all up in there late at night\n[00:15.90] I understand when your girl is stressing you out\n[00:18.66] (Crazy girls)\n[00:19.87] Know what I'm saying?\n[00:19.87] Don't let the ladies fool y'all now, fellas\n[00:22.98] They be doin' the same thing y'all be doin'\n[00:23.85] Turn up my symphony, man\n[00:25.21] Turn up my symphony\n[00:27.13] Drop a beat\n[00:28.71] I'm in paradise\n[00:32.07] Look at all these crystals\n[00:34.30] What's up in scores?\n[00:35.89] Yo, straight up this the new anthem for anybody\n[00:39.19] Working hard tryin' to make that\n[00:40.82] Money, check it out, y'all\n[00:42.53] (Giddyup giddyup giddyup)\n[00:43.78] Just 'cuz she dances go-go\n[00:45.25] It don't make her a ho, no\n[00:46.44] Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon\n[00:48.00] We going to the disco\n[00:49.69] We gonna elope to Mexico\n[00:53.12] Called up my mama\n[00:55.18] Said, \"I'm in love with this strippah, yo\"\n[00:56.85] Ten grand, let me see you\n[00:57.82] Shake it like you got no bones in your body\n[00:59.81] And you was made to be a celebrity\n[01:03.52] Twenty grand, know it's a sin\n[01:05.49] But if only you show me a little more skin\n[01:07.57] It would fulfill my fantasy\n[01:10.55] Thirty grand, to the highest bidder\n[01:12.94] But Chris Rock said, \"There's no sex\n[01:15.71] In the champaigne room\"\n[01:17.95] Forty grand, looked into her eyes\n[01:20.10] I saw tears falling down\n[01:22.68] Type of tears that money couldn't buy\n[01:24.56] Just 'cuz she dances go-go\n[01:26.88] It don't make her a ho, no\n[01:28.64] Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon\n[01:30.48] We going to the 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one question for you liars, man\n[03:03.52] Shot callers, what are you, a preacher?\n[03:09.87] You calling her a hooker?\n[03:13.41] He without sin cast the first stone\n[03:18.95] I met her on the subway, she gave me that VIP card\n[03:24.08] And told me if I ever have problems\n[03:28.23] Don't hesitate to come by, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[03:32.49] Just 'cuz she dances go-go\n[03:34.15] It don't make her a ho, no\n[03:35.76] Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon\n[03:37.71] We going to the disco\n[03:39.38] We gonna elope to Mexico\n[03:41.27] Called up my mama\n[03:43.99] Said, \"I'm in love with this strippah, yo\"\n[03:46.21] Just 'cuz she dances go-go\n[03:48.10] It don't make her a ho, no\n[03:49.92] Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon\n[03:51.79] We going to the disco\n[03:53.26] We gonna elope to Mexico\n[03:58.62] Called up my mama\n[04:00.23] Said, \"I'm in love with this strippah, yo\"\n[04:01.55] Call up my mama\n[04:02.30] Said, \"I'm in love with this strippah, yo\"\n[04:03.01] Yo baby, can I get another lap dance?\n[04:05.74] I tell you I got nothing but funny money, man\n[04:06.90] New York Dogs\n[04:09.14] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Perfect Gentleman\n  artist: Wyclef Jean\n  album: 'Kiss Presents: Hip Hop Classics'\n  duration_ms: 198613\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: This one's goin' out to the strip joints\n  start_ms: 4270\n  end_ms: 6160\n- text: Yo, meet me at Suzy's Rendez-vous\n  start_ms: 6160\n  end_ms: 7450\n- text: For every Go-Go Bar\n  start_ms: 7450\n  end_ms: 10730\n- text: I'ma send this one out to the gentlemen's clubs\n  start_ms: 10730\n  end_ms: 12250\n- text: Magic City, New York dogs, Rolex\n  start_ms: 12250\n  end_ms: 14340\n- text: I be seeing y'all up in there late at night\n  start_ms: 14340\n  end_ms: 15900\n- text: I understand when your girl is stressing you out\n  start_ms: 15900\n  end_ms: 18660\n- text: (Crazy girls)\n  start_ms: 18660\n  end_ms: 19870\n- text: Know what I'm saying?\n  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end_ms: 242300\n- text: Said, \"I'm in love with this strippah, yo\"\n  start_ms: 242300\n  end_ms: 243010\n- text: Yo baby, can I get another lap dance?\n  start_ms: 243010\n  end_ms: 245740\n- text: I tell you I got nothing but funny money, man\n  start_ms: 245740\n  end_ms: 246900\n- text: New York Dogs\n  start_ms: 246900\n  end_ms: 249140\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 249140\nplain: |-\n  This one's goin' out to the strip joints\n  Yo, meet me at Suzy's Rendez-vous\n  For every Go-Go Bar\n  I'ma send this one out to the gentlemen's clubs\n  Magic City, New York dogs, Rolex\n  I be seeing y'all up in there late at night\n  I understand when your girl is stressing you out\n  (Crazy girls)\n  Know what I'm saying?\n  Don't let the ladies fool y'all now, fellas\n  They be doin' the same thing y'all be doin'\n  Turn up my symphony, man\n  Turn up my symphony\n\n  Drop a beat\n  I'm in paradise\n  Look at all these crystals\n  What's up in scores?\n  Yo, straight up this the new anthem for anybody\n  Working hard tryin' to make that\n\n  Money, check it out, y'all\n  (Giddyup giddyup giddyup)\n  Just 'cuz she dances go-go\n  It don't make her a ho, no\n  Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon\n  We going to the disco\n  We gonna elope to Mexico\n  Called up my mama\n\n  Said, \"I'm in love with this strippah, yo\"\n  Ten grand, let me see you\n  Shake it like you got no bones in your body\n  And you was made to be a celebrity\n  Twenty grand, know it's a sin\n  But if only you show me a little more skin\n\n  It would fulfill my fantasy\n  Thirty grand, to the highest bidder\n  But Chris Rock said, \"There's no sex\n  In the champaigne room\"\n  Forty grand, looked into her eyes\n  I saw tears falling down\n\n  Type of tears that money couldn't buy\n\n  Just 'cuz she dances go-go\n  It don't make her a ho, no\n  Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon\n  We going to the disco\n  We gonna elope to Mexico\n  Called up my mama\n  Said, \"I'm in love with this strippah, yo\"\n  Just 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Soy Celia Cruz\nY estoy aqui con Wyclef, celebrando Carnival; Azucar!)\nGuantanamera\nWe out here in Miami just shining\nGuajila, Guantanamera\nWorldwide\nGuan-tana-mera\nBout to bring it to you in stereo\nGuajila voy, de na meda\nYo soy un hombre sincero\nThat was then, this is now\nWelcome to the Carnival, the arrival... c'mon!\nDe donde crecen las palmas\n\nSpanish Harlem! Oahh-eee-ohh!\nBoogie Down Bronx! Oahh-eee-ohh!\nManhattan! Oahh-eee-ohh!\nBack to Staten! 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Guan-tana-mera...\n  start_ms: 112760\n  end_ms: 115590\n- text: Guajila Guan-tana-mera...\n  start_ms: 115590\n  end_ms: 120920\n- text: Soy una mujer, sincera\n  start_ms: 120920\n  end_ms: 127280\n- text: Do you speak English?\n  start_ms: 127280\n  end_ms: 129580\n- text: De donde crecen las palmas\n  start_ms: 129580\n  end_ms: 133660\n- text: Can I buy you a drink?\n  start_ms: 133660\n  end_ms: 137640\n- text: Soy una mujer, sincera\n  start_ms: 137640\n  end_ms: 140330\n- text: Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh\n  start_ms: 140330\n  end_ms: 142840\n- text: De donde creeeeeeecen las palmas\n  start_ms: 142840\n  end_ms: 144770\n- text: You killin me\n  start_ms: 144770\n  end_ms: 145950\n- text: Y antes de morir, yo quiero\n  start_ms: 145950\n  end_ms: 150190\n- text: .\n  start_ms: 150190\n  end_ms: 151680\n- text: Cantar mis versos del alma\n  start_ms: 151680\n  end_ms: 154630\n- text: Te quiero mama, te quiero!\n  start_ms: 154630\n  end_ms: 156460\n- text: Guantanamera\n  start_ms: 156460\n  end_ms: 159110\n- text: Aiyyo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar\n  start_ms: 159110\n  end_ms: 161470\n- text: Guajila, Guantanamera\n  start_ms: 161470\n  end_ms: 164180\n- text: Hey yo John Forte, she's eyeing me from far\n  start_ms: 164180\n  end_ms: 167110\n- text: Guan-tana-mera...\n  start_ms: 167110\n  end_ms: 170170\n- text: Guajila Guan-tana-mera\n  start_ms: 170170\n  end_ms: 176800\n- text: Yo, she was a rose in Spanish Harlem, mamacita beg your pardon\n  start_ms: 176800\n  end_ms: 180550\n- text: Make stakes at a faster rate then she fornicates\n  start_ms: 180550\n  end_ms: 183040\n- text: Pure traits of genius, Goddess of Black Venus\n  start_ms: 183040\n  end_ms: 185750\n- text: Crab niggaz angry cause they can't get between us\n  start_ms: 185750\n  end_ms: 188970\n- text: To no sele-xion, smooth complex-ion\n  start_ms: 188970\n  end_ms: 191270\n- text: The lexicon of Lexington, parents came from Cuba\n  start_ms: 191270\n  end_ms: 193740\n- text: Part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to her feet\n  start_ms: 193740\n  end_ms: 196470\n- text: She like Movado, and shook her hips like Delgado\n  start_ms: 196470\n  end_ms: 199270\n- text: And broke niggaz down from the Grounds to Apollo\n  start_ms: 199270\n  end_ms: 202080\n- text: And then some, she took her act sent it to dim sum\n  start_ms: 202080\n  end_ms: 205830\n- text: And waited patiently while the businessmen come\n  start_ms: 205830\n  end_ms: 207430\n- text: Call late on purpose, got even politicians nervous\n  start_ms: 207430\n  end_ms: 210280\n- text: And made plans to infiltrate the street secret service\n  start_ms: 210280\n  end_ms: 213160\n- text: This gentle flower, fertility was her power\n  start_ms: 213160\n  end_ms: 215120\n- text: Sweet persona, Venus Flytrap primadonna\n  start_ms: 215120\n  end_ms: 217970\n- text: Que sera que sera she turned dinero to dinera\n  start_ms: 217970\n  end_ms: 220820\n- text: Guantanamera\n  start_ms: 220820\n  end_ms: 224660\n- text: Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar\n  start_ms: 224660\n  end_ms: 226300\n- text: Guajila Guantanamera\n  start_ms: 226300\n  end_ms: 231170\n- text: Hey yo... I think she's eyein me from afar\n  start_ms: 231170\n  end_ms: 233130\n- text: Guan-tana-mera...\n  start_ms: 233130\n  end_ms: 236860\n- text: Guajila Guan-tana-mera...\n  start_ms: 236860\n  end_ms: 242760\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 242760\nplain: |-\n  Hola! Soy Celia Cruz\n  Y estoy aqui con Wyclef, celebrando Carnival; Azucar!)\n  Guantanamera\n  We out here in Miami just shining\n  Guajila, Guantanamera\n  Worldwide\n  Guan-tana-mera\n  Bout to bring it to you in stereo\n  Guajila voy, de na meda\n  Yo soy un hombre sincero\n  That was then, this is now\n  Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival... c'mon!\n  De donde crecen las palmas\n\n  Spanish Harlem! Oahh-eee-ohh!\n  Boogie Down Bronx! Oahh-eee-ohh!\n  Manhattan! Oahh-eee-ohh!\n  Back to Staten! Oahh-eee-ohh!\n\n  Guantanamera\n  Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar\n  Guajila, Guantanamera\n  Hey, yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar\n  Guan-tana-mera...\n  Guajila Guan-tana-mera...\n\n  Verse One: Wyclef Jean\n\n  Yo, I wrote this in Haiti, overlooking Cuba\n  I asked her what's her name, she said, 'Guantanamera'\n  Remind me of an old latin song, my uncle used to play\n  On his old forty-five when he used to be alive\n  She went from a young girl, to a grown woman\n  Like a Virgin, so she sex with no average mahn\n  Peep the figure, move like a caterpillar\n  Fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel her glide\n  Pac Woman better yet Space Invader\n  If your name was Chun-Li, we'd be playin Street Fighter\n  Penny for your thoughts, a nickel for your kiss\n  A dime if you tell me that you love me\n\n  Guantanamera\n  Hey yo, I'm standin at the bar with a, Cuban cigar\n  Guajila, Guantanamera\n  Yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar\n  Guan-tana-mera...\n  Guajila Guan-tana-mera...\n\n  Soy una mujer, sincera\n  Do you speak English?\n  De donde crecen las palmas\n  Can I buy you a drink?\n  Soy una mujer, sincera\n  Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh\n  De donde creeeeeeecen las palmas\n  You killin me\n  Y antes de morir, yo quiero\n  .\n  Cantar mis versos del alma\n  Te quiero mama, te quiero!\n\n  Guantanamera\n  Aiyyo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar\n  Guajila, Guantanamera\n  Hey yo John Forte, she's eyeing me from far\n  Guan-tana-mera...\n  Guajila Guan-tana-mera\n\n  Yo, she was a rose in Spanish Harlem, mamacita beg your pardon\n  Make stakes at a faster rate then she fornicates\n  Pure traits of genius, Goddess of Black Venus\n  Crab niggaz angry cause they can't get between us\n  To no sele-xion, smooth complex-ion\n  The lexicon of Lexington, parents came from Cuba\n  Part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to her feet\n  She like Movado, and shook her hips like Delgado\n  And broke niggaz down from the Grounds to Apollo\n  And then some, she took her act sent it to dim sum\n  And waited patiently while the businessmen come\n  Call late on purpose, got even politicians nervous\n  And made plans to infiltrate the street secret service\n  This gentle flower, fertility was her power\n  Sweet persona, Venus Flytrap primadonna\n  Que sera que sera she turned dinero to dinera\n\n  Guantanamera\n  Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar\n  Guajila Guantanamera\n  Hey yo... I think she's eyein me from afar\n  Guan-tana-mera...\n  Guajila Guan-tana-mera...\n"},{"id":22858561,"name":"Hip Hop Cops (Feat. Wyclef Jean)","trackName":"Hip Hop Cops (Feat. 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Uh uh, this shit is crazy\nFuck Private Ryan, yo' hood don't shame me\nUhh, burn them motherfuckers 'til then\nAshes to ashes, you bastards\n(Look at these assholes) Up in the wrong hood again\n(They just don't learn) Stuck in the wrong hood again\n(Yo' ass gon' burn) You lil' young-ass copper!\nYou ain't heard? Niggaz walk around here with choppers\nTake yo' ass on back to St. Elsewhere\nThey got, all the narcotics that you want, over there\n\nExcuse me Mr. Officer; let me see yo' hands\nYo' license, yo' insurance, yo' registrations\nIt seems we havin miscommunications\nLike it ain't enough bullshit I'm facin\nBesides you a rookie, it'll be more than a pleasure to book me\nA killer on the block with a glock never shook me\nAnd you won't search me unless I tell you you could\nThis ain't One Police Plaza you lil' faggot, this the hood\nNow don't act up, cause if you act up\nI'ma act up, and you gon' need a lil' backup\nYou make me wanna roll up, to Dunkin' Donuts\nWith a AR-15 and take it to the extreme\nAnd steam through the motherfuckin glass\nAnd put a DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DENT IN YOUR BADGE\nYou fuckin fag! Keep snoozin as you walkin the beat\nIt's like dancin with the devil\nIn the ghetto we got metal police\n\nFor the hip-hop cops\nThey said I changed, ever since I got the wealth\nI ain't changed, it's just hard battlin myself\nUHH, gyeah, I'm with them kids from Brownsville\nIf your chain is heavy deep, man they so f'real\nTrust me - AYYYY - I was raised in the ghetto\nIt gets spooky at night, I saw fiends talkin to they shadows\nThings done changed now I live in the meadows\nCribs so big when I speak you can hear a echo\nBut vanity is vanity (AY!) life in the Hamptons\nMy F-1 McLaren can't fit in my {?}\nSmoke so much I can't get high no more\nI drink so much I can't get drunk no more\nWhat'chu know about my stress Mr. Officer, officer?\nWhat'chu know about my stress Mr. He told me he'd let me go if I'd play some\nJimi Hendrix electric guitar, AYYYYYYYYY!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hip Hop Cops (Feat. 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Uh uh, this shit is crazy\n  Fuck Private Ryan, yo' hood don't shame me\n  Uhh, burn them motherfuckers 'til then\n  Ashes to ashes, you bastards\n  (Look at these assholes) Up in the wrong hood again\n  (They just don't learn) Stuck in the wrong hood again\n  (Yo' ass gon' burn) You lil' young-ass copper!\n  You ain't heard? Niggaz walk around here with choppers\n  Take yo' ass on back to St. Elsewhere\n  They got, all the narcotics that you want, over there\n\n  Excuse me Mr. Officer; let me see yo' hands\n  Yo' license, yo' insurance, yo' registrations\n  It seems we havin miscommunications\n  Like it ain't enough bullshit I'm facin\n  Besides you a rookie, it'll be more than a pleasure to book me\n  A killer on the block with a glock never shook me\n  And you won't search me unless I tell you you could\n  This ain't One Police Plaza you lil' faggot, this the hood\n  Now don't act up, cause if you act up\n  I'ma act up, and you gon' need a lil' backup\n  You make me wanna roll up, to Dunkin' Donuts\n  With a AR-15 and take it to the extreme\n  And steam through the motherfuckin glass\n  And put a DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DENT IN YOUR BADGE\n  You fuckin fag! Keep snoozin as you walkin the beat\n  It's like dancin with the devil\n  In the ghetto we got metal police\n\n  For the hip-hop cops\n  They said I changed, ever since I got the wealth\n  I ain't changed, it's just hard battlin myself\n  UHH, gyeah, I'm with them kids from Brownsville\n  If your chain is heavy deep, man they so f'real\n  Trust me - AYYYY - I was raised in the ghetto\n  It gets spooky at night, I saw fiends talkin to they shadows\n  Things done changed now I live in the meadows\n  Cribs so big when I speak you can hear a echo\n  But vanity is vanity (AY!) life in the Hamptons\n  My F-1 McLaren can't fit in my {?}\n  Smoke so much I can't get high no more\n  I drink so much I can't get drunk no more\n  What'chu know about my stress Mr. Officer, officer?\n  What'chu know about my stress Mr. He told me he'd let me go if I'd play some\n  Jimi Hendrix electric guitar, AYYYYYYYYY!\n"},{"id":12002383,"name":"Hip Hop Cops (feat. Wyclef Jean)","trackName":"Hip Hop Cops (feat. 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Uh uh, this shit is crazy\nFuck Private Ryan, yo' hood don't shame me\nUhh, burn them motherfuckers 'til then\nAshes to ashes, you bastards\n(Look at these assholes) Up in the wrong hood again\n(They just don't learn) Stuck in the wrong hood again\n(Yo' ass gon' burn) You lil' young-ass copper!\nYou ain't heard? Niggaz walk around here with choppers\nTake yo' ass on back to St. Elsewhere\nThey got, all the narcotics that you want, over there\n\nExcuse me Mr. Officer; let me see yo' hands\nYo' license, yo' insurance, yo' registrations\nIt seems we havin miscommunications\nLike it ain't enough bullshit I'm facin\nBesides you a rookie, it'll be more than a pleasure to book me\nA killer on the block with a glock never shook me\nAnd you won't search me unless I tell you you could\nThis ain't One Police Plaza you lil' faggot, this the hood\nNow don't act up, cause if you act up\nI'ma act up, and you gon' need a lil' backup\nYou make me wanna roll up, to Dunkin' Donuts\nWith a AR-15 and take it to the extreme\nAnd steam through the motherfuckin glass\nAnd put a DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DENT IN YOUR BADGE\nYou fuckin fag! Keep snoozin as you walkin the beat\nIt's like dancin with the devil\nIn the ghetto we got metal police\n\nFor the hip-hop cops\nThey said I changed, ever since I got the wealth\nI ain't changed, it's just hard battlin myself\nUHH, gyeah, I'm with them kids from Brownsville\nIf your chain is heavy deep, man they so f'real\nTrust me - AYYYY - I was raised in the ghetto\nIt gets spooky at night, I saw fiends talkin to they shadows\nThings done changed now I live in the meadows\nCribs so big when I speak you can hear a echo\nBut vanity is vanity (AY!) life in the Hamptons\nMy F-1 McLaren can't fit in my {?}\nSmoke so much I can't get high no more\nI drink so much I can't get drunk no more\nWhat'chu know about my stress Mr. Officer, officer?\nWhat'chu know about my stress Mr. He told me he'd let me go if I'd play some\nJimi Hendrix electric guitar, AYYYYYYYYY!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hip Hop Cops (feat. 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Uh uh, this shit is crazy\n  Fuck Private Ryan, yo' hood don't shame me\n  Uhh, burn them motherfuckers 'til then\n  Ashes to ashes, you bastards\n  (Look at these assholes) Up in the wrong hood again\n  (They just don't learn) Stuck in the wrong hood again\n  (Yo' ass gon' burn) You lil' young-ass copper!\n  You ain't heard? Niggaz walk around here with choppers\n  Take yo' ass on back to St. Elsewhere\n  They got, all the narcotics that you want, over there\n\n  Excuse me Mr. Officer; let me see yo' hands\n  Yo' license, yo' insurance, yo' registrations\n  It seems we havin miscommunications\n  Like it ain't enough bullshit I'm facin\n  Besides you a rookie, it'll be more than a pleasure to book me\n  A killer on the block with a glock never shook me\n  And you won't search me unless I tell you you could\n  This ain't One Police Plaza you lil' faggot, this the hood\n  Now don't act up, cause if you act up\n  I'ma act up, and you gon' need a lil' backup\n  You make me wanna roll up, to Dunkin' Donuts\n  With a AR-15 and take it to the extreme\n  And steam through the motherfuckin glass\n  And put a DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DENT IN YOUR BADGE\n  You fuckin fag! 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He said Shabba\nMister Lover Daddy he be the selector\n(Stomp, jump, the Rock's up in here)\nDisrespect MCs and catch a smack in your left ear\nLight up like Vegas when it's time to gamble\nGirls scream for me like I was part of the Beatles\nBut I'm not honey, but I could be your Paul McCartney\nAnd \"Ebony or Ivory\" into my Jacuzzi\n\nFoundation like Kool Herc, or DJ Red Alert goes bezerk\nThe needle ain't skip the record jerked\nCause y'all jumpin' too hard\n(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)\n\nI got 50 Bentleys in the West Indies (it doesn't matter!)\nI got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees (it doesn't matter!)\nWhat? I just won the bingo, bought a crib in Rio (it doesn't matter!)\nYou, 'cause if you ain't sharin', people ain't carin'\nCome up in the hood and they take everything you wearin'\n\nYo, Rock, I just bought a fresh Bentley\n(It doesn't matter if you just bought a fresh Bentley!)\n\nHow many of y'all ever been to a barbecue\nAnd you always got an aunt or uncle wanna show you how the old dances go\nAnd they start it off like this\nElectric slide on the dance floor\nFreaky-deaky like Studio 54\nGIRLS! Until the IRS raids it\nDrug money get converted into music\n\nThe dope man becomes an entertainer\n\"Leave that crack alone!\" I told the customers\nI'm into bigger and better things Mr. Fiend\nYou want a hit? Give me a guitar and a drum machine\nAnd the crowd will scream loud when the bass thump\nI can smell it in the air, the smell is funk\n\nExcuse me I gotta cough\nGirl, you wearin' so much ice you could freeze New York\nYou're man must really love you, what does he do for a living?\n(He works on Wall Street, he's only home two nights a week)\nThat's when she said a little too much conversation\nThink she want to indulge in lyrical masturbation\nSo I proceeded with the conversation, said\n\"Can I offer you a glass of Merlot Mrs. No Name?\"\n\n(Let's get it straight, hun, my name's Veronica)\nShe had the ass the size of South America\nShe said ain't you that kid that sing Guantanamera\nWay before Ricky Martin sung \"Livin' La Vida Loca\"\nWhat hood you come from?\nI was raised in Brooklyn, but did my studies in Jerusalem\nThe New Jerusalem? Yup, that's short for New Jersey\nChecked my watch, it was a quarter to three\nSlid to her crib when we opened the door\nHer man was on the bottle waiting for her with a .44\n\nNow what it look like, it ain't really that (it doesn't matter!)\nSo he cocked the gat at my top hat (it doesn't matter!)\nAre you crazy? You was married (it doesn't matter!)\n'Cause if you ain't sharin', people ain't carin'\nCome up in your hood and they take everything you wearin'\n\nYeah, that's when shorty walked up to her man\nAnd she said, \"I gotta go, I can't be here no more\"\nAnd she said this\nTake me home, to the place\nI belong at the Refugee Camp\nIn the Booga basement\nThat's where I live, oh\n\nCome on\nYo, Rock, man, I sold like 17 million records\n(It doesn't matter how many records you've sold!)\nAlright, I'm with you, yo, check it out\nYou wanna go get diamond rings?\n(It doesn't matter if the Rock wants to go get diamond rings or not!)\nMan listen, listen, I just got two new Grammy's man\n(It doesn't matter about your Grammy's!)\nIt doesn't matter","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.13] Yo, this is the Rock kicking it with the Refugee camp\n[00:02.52] And you're 'bout to smell what the Rock is cookin'\n[00:06.44] Yo, this is strictly a club record\n[00:08.49] Dedicated to everybody who used to stand outside in the cold\n[00:12.10] When the F-L-E-X was spinnin' at the Red Zone, hooded down\n[00:16.88] Them Italian bouncers would not let me in\n[00:19.19] You know what I'm sayin?\n[00:19.96] Yo, yo, yo\n[00:21.14] I got 50 Bentleys in the West Indies (it doesn't matter!)\n[00:25.69] I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees (it doesn't matter!)\n[00:29.85] I just won the bingo, bought a crib in Rio (it doesn't matter!)\n[00:33.71] 'Cause if you ain't sharin', people ain't carin'\n[00:36.39] Come up in the hood and they take everything you wearin'\n[00:38.56] Back in the days it was all about the clubs\n[00:40.23] And the so-called thugs used to dance the break for love\n[00:42.93] The girls, they wouldn't say, \"Hey!\"\n[00:44.64] Unless you bought 'em champagne like it was they birthday\n[00:46.98] Me, I used to stand outside\n[00:48.55] Hustlin' my way in I'm on the guest list plus five\n[00:51.28] Who's performin' tonight? He said Shabba\n[00:53.24] Mister Lover Daddy he be the selector\n[00:55.14] (Stomp, jump, the Rock's up in here)\n[00:57.09] Disrespect MCs and catch a smack in your left ear\n[00:59.69] Light up like Vegas when it's time to gamble\n[01:01.26] Girls scream for me like I was part of the Beatles\n[01:03.24] But I'm not honey, but I could be your Paul McCartney\n[01:05.41] And \"Ebony or Ivory\" into my Jacuzzi\n[01:07.64] Foundation like Kool Herc, or DJ Red Alert goes bezerk\n[01:10.26] The needle ain't skip the record jerked\n[01:11.65] Cause y'all jumpin' too hard\n[01:13.15] (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)\n[01:15.50] I got 50 Bentleys in the West Indies (it doesn't matter!)\n[01:19.46] I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees (it doesn't matter!)\n[01:23.61] What? I just won the bingo, bought a crib in Rio (it doesn't matter!)\n[01:27.79] You, 'cause if you ain't sharin', people ain't carin'\n[01:30.26] Come up in the hood and they take everything you wearin'\n[01:32.69] Yo, Rock, I just bought a fresh Bentley\n[01:34.78] (It doesn't matter if you just bought a fresh Bentley!)\n[01:37.32] How many of y'all ever been to a barbecue\n[01:39.23] And you always got an aunt or uncle wanna show you how the old dances go\n[01:43.17] And they start it off like this\n[01:45.06] Electric slide on the dance floor\n[01:47.44] Freaky-deaky like Studio 54\n[01:49.17] GIRLS! Until the IRS raids it\n[01:51.72] Drug money get converted into music\n[01:53.56] The dope man becomes an entertainer\n[01:55.79] \"Leave that crack alone!\" I told the customers\n[01:57.47] I'm into bigger and better things Mr. Fiend\n[02:00.06] You want a hit? Give me a guitar and a drum machine\n[02:02.04] And the crowd will scream loud when the bass thump\n[02:04.05] I can smell it in the air, the smell is funk\n[02:06.60] Excuse me I gotta cough\n[02:07.89] Girl, you wearin' so much ice you could freeze New York\n[02:09.94] You're man must really love you, what does he do for a living?\n[02:12.09] (He works on Wall Street, he's only home two nights a week)\n[02:14.44] That's when she said a little too much conversation\n[02:16.49] Think she want to indulge in lyrical masturbation\n[02:18.61] So I proceeded with the conversation, said\n[02:20.66] \"Can I offer you a glass of Merlot Mrs. No Name?\"\n[02:22.65] (Let's get it straight, hun, my name's Veronica)\n[02:24.76] She had the ass the size of South America\n[02:26.92] She said ain't you that kid that sing Guantanamera\n[02:28.76] Way before Ricky Martin sung \"Livin' La Vida Loca\"\n[02:31.73] What hood you come from?\n[02:32.82] I was raised in Brooklyn, but did my studies in Jerusalem\n[02:35.24] The New Jerusalem? Yup, that's short for New Jersey\n[02:37.40] Checked my watch, it was a quarter to three\n[02:39.20] Slid to her crib when we opened the door\n[02:41.31] Her man was on the bottle waiting for her with a .44\n[02:43.42] Now what it look like, it ain't really that (it doesn't matter!)\n[02:47.83] So he cocked the gat at my top hat (it doesn't matter!)\n[02:51.89] Are you crazy? You was married (it doesn't matter!)\n[02:55.78] 'Cause if you ain't sharin', people ain't carin'\n[02:58.28] Come up in your hood and they take everything you wearin'\n[03:00.26] Yeah, that's when shorty walked up to her man\n[03:03.21] And she said, \"I gotta go, I can't be here no more\"\n[03:06.34] And she said this\n[03:07.95] Take me home, to the place\n[03:11.77] I belong at the Refugee Camp\n[03:16.29] In the Booga basement\n[03:18.29] That's where I live, oh\n[03:20.90] Come on\n[03:23.99] Yo, Rock, man, I sold like 17 million records\n[03:26.36] (It doesn't matter how many records you've sold!)\n[03:28.55] Alright, I'm with you, yo, check it out\n[03:30.29] You wanna go get diamond rings?\n[03:31.39] (It doesn't matter if the Rock wants to go get diamond rings or not!)\n[03:34.73] Man listen, listen, I just got two new Grammy's man\n[03:37.61] (It doesn't matter about your Grammy's!)\n[03:46.17] It doesn't matter\n[03:48.30] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: It Doesn't Matter (feat. 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Yup, that's short for New Jersey\n  Checked my watch, it was a quarter to three\n  Slid to her crib when we opened the door\n  Her man was on the bottle waiting for her with a .44\n\n  Now what it look like, it ain't really that (it doesn't matter!)\n  So he cocked the gat at my top hat (it doesn't matter!)\n  Are you crazy? You was married (it doesn't matter!)\n  'Cause if you ain't sharin', people ain't carin'\n  Come up in your hood and they take everything you wearin'\n\n  Yeah, that's when shorty walked up to her man\n  And she said, \"I gotta go, I can't be here no more\"\n  And she said this\n  Take me home, to the place\n  I belong at the Refugee Camp\n  In the Booga basement\n  That's where I live, oh\n\n  Come on\n  Yo, Rock, man, I sold like 17 million records\n  (It doesn't matter how many records you've sold!)\n  Alright, I'm with you, yo, check it out\n  You wanna go get diamond rings?\n  (It doesn't matter if the Rock wants to go get diamond rings or not!)\n  Man listen, listen, I just got two new Grammy's man\n  (It doesn't matter about your Grammy's!)\n  It doesn't matter\n"},{"id":10548707,"name":"Hip Hop Cops","trackName":"Hip Hop Cops","artistName":"M.O.P. feat. Jean, Wyclef","albumName":"Salutes the St. Marxmen","duration":299.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"MOTHERFUCKER!\nWatch out for de hip-hop cops, AYYYYYYYYY!\nWatch out for de hip-hop cops, AYYYYYYYYY!\nWatch out for de hip-hop cops, AYY\nI was walkin down Flatbush AVVVVVE\n\nPolice in helicopters, dem a searchin for de gangsters\nPoliceman in the streets, dem a search for dem toolies\nStick up kids in the 'Ville, dem a run around with blue steel\nBut if you continue to fuck with my hood\nWe gon' burn down the precinct (burn down the precinct)\nIf you continue to fuck with my hood\n\nWe gon'... we gon' (burn down the precinct)\nTear this whole... motherfuckin city apart\nFrom the suburbs to the gritties blocks\nStop that ol' Bloomberg, bullshit\nImpeach the President, this is our residence\nSo; people people, Mo. People\nBring yo' niggaz bring yo' hammers bring yo' ammo\nGuard yo' family my nigga! Uh uh, this shit is crazy\nFuck Private Ryan, yo' hood don't shame me\nUhh, burn them motherfuckers 'til then\nAshes to ashes, you bastards\n(Look at these assholes) Up in the wrong hood again\n(They just don't learn) Stuck in the wrong hood again\n(Yo' ass gon' burn) You lil' young-ass copper!\nYou ain't heard? Niggaz walk around here with choppers\nTake yo' ass on back to St. Elsewhere\nThey got, all the narcotics that you want, over there\n\nExcuse me Mr. Officer; let me see yo' hands\nYo' license, yo' insurance, yo' registrations\nIt seems we havin miscommunications\nLike it ain't enough bullshit I'm facin\nBesides you a rookie, it'll be more than a pleasure to book me\nA killer on the block with a glock never shook me\nAnd you won't search me unless I tell you you could\nThis ain't One Police Plaza you lil' faggot, this the hood\nNow don't act up, cause if you act up\nI'ma act up, and you gon' need a lil' backup\nYou make me wanna roll up, to Dunkin' Donuts\nWith a AR-15 and take it to the extreme\nAnd steam through the motherfuckin glass\nAnd put a DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DENT IN YOUR BADGE\nYou fuckin fag! Keep snoozin as you walkin the beat\nIt's like dancin with the devil\nIn the ghetto we got metal police\n\nFor the hip-hop cops\nThey said I changed, ever since I got the wealth\nI ain't changed, it's just hard battlin myself\nUHH, gyeah, I'm with them kids from Brownsville\nIf your chain is heavy deep, man they so f'real\nTrust me - AYYYY - I was raised in the ghetto\nIt gets spooky at night, I saw fiends talkin to they shadows\nThings done changed now I live in the meadows\nCribs so big when I speak you can hear a echo\nBut vanity is vanity (AY!) life in the Hamptons\nMy F-1 McLaren can't fit in my {?}\nSmoke so much I can't get high no more\nI drink so much I can't get drunk no more\nWhat'chu know about my stress Mr. Officer, officer?\nWhat'chu know about my stress Mr. He told me he'd let me go if I'd play some\nJimi Hendrix electric guitar, AYYYYYYYYY!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hip Hop Cops\n  artist: M.O.P. feat. Jean, Wyclef\n  album: Salutes the St. Marxmen\n  duration_ms: 299000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  MOTHERFUCKER!\n  Watch out for de hip-hop cops, AYYYYYYYYY!\n  Watch out for de hip-hop cops, AYYYYYYYYY!\n  Watch out for de hip-hop cops, AYY\n  I was walkin down Flatbush AVVVVVE\n\n  Police in helicopters, dem a searchin for de gangsters\n  Policeman in the streets, dem a search for dem toolies\n  Stick up kids in the 'Ville, dem a run around with blue steel\n  But if you continue to fuck with my hood\n  We gon' burn down the precinct (burn down the precinct)\n  If you continue to fuck with my hood\n\n  We gon'... we gon' (burn down the precinct)\n  Tear this whole... motherfuckin city apart\n  From the suburbs to the gritties blocks\n  Stop that ol' Bloomberg, bullshit\n  Impeach the President, this is our residence\n  So; people people, Mo. People\n  Bring yo' niggaz bring yo' hammers bring yo' ammo\n  Guard yo' family my nigga! Uh uh, this shit is crazy\n  Fuck Private Ryan, yo' hood don't shame me\n  Uhh, burn them motherfuckers 'til then\n  Ashes to ashes, you bastards\n  (Look at these assholes) Up in the wrong hood again\n  (They just don't learn) Stuck in the wrong hood again\n  (Yo' ass gon' burn) You lil' young-ass copper!\n  You ain't heard? Niggaz walk around here with choppers\n  Take yo' ass on back to St. Elsewhere\n  They got, all the narcotics that you want, over there\n\n  Excuse me Mr. Officer; let me see yo' hands\n  Yo' license, yo' insurance, yo' registrations\n  It seems we havin miscommunications\n  Like it ain't enough bullshit I'm facin\n  Besides you a rookie, it'll be more than a pleasure to book me\n  A killer on the block with a glock never shook me\n  And you won't search me unless I tell you you could\n  This ain't One Police Plaza you lil' faggot, this the hood\n  Now don't act up, cause if you act up\n  I'ma act up, and you gon' need a lil' backup\n  You make me wanna roll up, to Dunkin' Donuts\n  With a AR-15 and take it to the extreme\n  And steam through the motherfuckin glass\n  And put a DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DENT IN YOUR BADGE\n  You fuckin fag! Keep snoozin as you walkin the beat\n  It's like dancin with the devil\n  In the ghetto we got metal police\n\n  For the hip-hop cops\n  They said I changed, ever since I got the wealth\n  I ain't changed, it's just hard battlin myself\n  UHH, gyeah, I'm with them kids from Brownsville\n  If your chain is heavy deep, man they so f'real\n  Trust me - AYYYY - I was raised in the ghetto\n  It gets spooky at night, I saw fiends talkin to they shadows\n  Things done changed now I live in the meadows\n  Cribs so big when I speak you can hear a echo\n  But vanity is vanity (AY!) life in the Hamptons\n  My F-1 McLaren can't fit in my {?}\n  Smoke so much I can't get high no more\n  I drink so much I can't get drunk no more\n  What'chu know about my stress Mr. Officer, officer?\n  What'chu know about my stress Mr. He told me he'd let me go if I'd play some\n  Jimi Hendrix electric guitar, AYYYYYYYYY!\n"},{"id":10548709,"name":"Hip Hop Cops","trackName":"Hip Hop Cops","artistName":"M.O.P. feat. Wyclef Jean","albumName":"Salutes the St. Marxmen","duration":299.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"MOTHERFUCKER!\nWatch out for de hip-hop cops, AYYYYYYYYY!\nWatch out for de hip-hop cops, AYYYYYYYYY!\nWatch out for de hip-hop cops, AYY\nI was walkin down Flatbush AVVVVVE\n\nPolice in helicopters, dem a searchin for de gangsters\nPoliceman in the streets, dem a search for dem toolies\nStick up kids in the 'Ville, dem a run around with blue steel\nBut if you continue to fuck with my hood\nWe gon' burn down the precinct (burn down the precinct)\nIf you continue to fuck with my hood\n\nWe gon'... we gon' (burn down the precinct)\nTear this whole... motherfuckin city apart\nFrom the suburbs to the gritties blocks\nStop that ol' Bloomberg, bullshit\nImpeach the President, this is our residence\nSo; people people, Mo. People\nBring yo' niggaz bring yo' hammers bring yo' ammo\nGuard yo' family my nigga! Uh uh, this shit is crazy\nFuck Private Ryan, yo' hood don't shame me\nUhh, burn them motherfuckers 'til then\nAshes to ashes, you bastards\n(Look at these assholes) Up in the wrong hood again\n(They just don't learn) Stuck in the wrong hood again\n(Yo' ass gon' burn) You lil' young-ass copper!\nYou ain't heard? Niggaz walk around here with choppers\nTake yo' ass on back to St. Elsewhere\nThey got, all the narcotics that you want, over there\n\nExcuse me Mr. Officer; let me see yo' hands\nYo' license, yo' insurance, yo' registrations\nIt seems we havin miscommunications\nLike it ain't enough bullshit I'm facin\nBesides you a rookie, it'll be more than a pleasure to book me\nA killer on the block with a glock never shook me\nAnd you won't search me unless I tell you you could\nThis ain't One Police Plaza you lil' faggot, this the hood\nNow don't act up, cause if you act up\nI'ma act up, and you gon' need a lil' backup\nYou make me wanna roll up, to Dunkin' Donuts\nWith a AR-15 and take it to the extreme\nAnd steam through the motherfuckin glass\nAnd put a DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DENT IN YOUR BADGE\nYou fuckin fag! Keep snoozin as you walkin the beat\nIt's like dancin with the devil\nIn the ghetto we got metal police\n\nFor the hip-hop cops\nThey said I changed, ever since I got the wealth\nI ain't changed, it's just hard battlin myself\nUHH, gyeah, I'm with them kids from Brownsville\nIf your chain is heavy deep, man they so f'real\nTrust me - AYYYY - I was raised in the ghetto\nIt gets spooky at night, I saw fiends talkin to they shadows\nThings done changed now I live in the meadows\nCribs so big when I speak you can hear a echo\nBut vanity is vanity (AY!) life in the Hamptons\nMy F-1 McLaren can't fit in my {?}\nSmoke so much I can't get high no more\nI drink so much I can't get drunk no more\nWhat'chu know about my stress Mr. Officer, officer?\nWhat'chu know about my stress Mr. He told me he'd let me go if I'd play some\nJimi Hendrix electric guitar, AYYYYYYYYY!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hip Hop Cops\n  artist: M.O.P. feat. Wyclef Jean\n  album: Salutes the St. Marxmen\n  duration_ms: 299000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  MOTHERFUCKER!\n  Watch out for de hip-hop cops, AYYYYYYYYY!\n  Watch out for de hip-hop cops, AYYYYYYYYY!\n  Watch out for de hip-hop cops, AYY\n  I was walkin down Flatbush AVVVVVE\n\n  Police in helicopters, dem a searchin for de gangsters\n  Policeman in the streets, dem a search for dem toolies\n  Stick up kids in the 'Ville, dem a run around with blue steel\n  But if you continue to fuck with my hood\n  We gon' burn down the precinct (burn down the precinct)\n  If you continue to fuck with my hood\n\n  We gon'... we gon' (burn down the precinct)\n  Tear this whole... motherfuckin city apart\n  From the suburbs to the gritties blocks\n  Stop that ol' Bloomberg, bullshit\n  Impeach the President, this is our residence\n  So; people people, Mo. People\n  Bring yo' niggaz bring yo' hammers bring yo' ammo\n  Guard yo' family my nigga! Uh uh, this shit is crazy\n  Fuck Private Ryan, yo' hood don't shame me\n  Uhh, burn them motherfuckers 'til then\n  Ashes to ashes, you bastards\n  (Look at these assholes) Up in the wrong hood again\n  (They just don't learn) Stuck in the wrong hood again\n  (Yo' ass gon' burn) You lil' young-ass copper!\n  You ain't heard? Niggaz walk around here with choppers\n  Take yo' ass on back to St. Elsewhere\n  They got, all the narcotics that you want, over there\n\n  Excuse me Mr. Officer; let me see yo' hands\n  Yo' license, yo' insurance, yo' registrations\n  It seems we havin miscommunications\n  Like it ain't enough bullshit I'm facin\n  Besides you a rookie, it'll be more than a pleasure to book me\n  A killer on the block with a glock never shook me\n  And you won't search me unless I tell you you could\n  This ain't One Police Plaza you lil' faggot, this the hood\n  Now don't act up, cause if you act up\n  I'ma act up, and you gon' need a lil' backup\n  You make me wanna roll up, to Dunkin' Donuts\n  With a AR-15 and take it to the extreme\n  And steam through the motherfuckin glass\n  And put a DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DENT IN YOUR BADGE\n  You fuckin fag! Keep snoozin as you walkin the beat\n  It's like dancin with the devil\n  In the ghetto we got metal police\n\n  For the hip-hop cops\n  They said I changed, ever since I got the wealth\n  I ain't changed, it's just hard battlin myself\n  UHH, gyeah, I'm with them kids from Brownsville\n  If your chain is heavy deep, man they so f'real\n  Trust me - AYYYY - I was raised in the ghetto\n  It gets spooky at night, I saw fiends talkin to they shadows\n  Things done changed now I live in the meadows\n  Cribs so big when I speak you can hear a echo\n  But vanity is vanity (AY!) life in the Hamptons\n  My F-1 McLaren can't fit in my {?}\n  Smoke so much I can't get high no more\n  I drink so much I can't get drunk no more\n  What'chu know about my stress Mr. Officer, officer?\n  What'chu know about my stress Mr. He told me he'd let me go if I'd play some\n  Jimi Hendrix electric guitar, AYYYYYYYYY!\n"},{"id":30406674,"name":"Back From Abu Dhabi (feat. 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French Montana & Rick Ross)","artistName":"Wyclef Jean","albumName":"Apple Music The New East Coast Hip-Hop","duration":261.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Please welcome the one, the only, Wyclef Jean\n\nBack from Abu Dhabi\nBack from Abu Dhabi\nBack from Abu Dhabi\nBack, back from Abu Dhabi\n\nLook, I'm back from Abu Dhabi with Chappelle at the Firehouse\nIce on my neck, but the Haitians still showed out\nFrom Al Ain to L.A., in a New York state of mind\nGod's Son, Illmatic, memorizing the lines\nSound clash like the UK Cup, Spice Army\nI got ties with Jamaica like Bob Marley\nBack from November, new perspective\nBig John said, \"Like Hov, finish your breakfast\"\n\nBack from Abu Dha-\nBack, back from Abu Dha-\nBack, back from Abu Dhabi\nBack, back from Abu Dhabi\n\nLook, back from Abu Dhabi, I came fast like it's Ramadan\nTold my man Somar, I'll be back before the summer come\nSuperhero, where I come from the real Wakanda\nEspañola Toussaint, son of the Black Panther\nA stick is a manch, the block is the bloc\nA blòk is a brick, city where I'm from\n\nTèt frèt, keep it cool or ou pral konn gorge\nI was Creole 101 before Rosetta Stone\nLike I'm Angie, RIP to R&B\nNo, legends never die, they just killed them softly\nMoonwalk like Michael Jack, I'm kickin' it with Drogba\nI'm nice with my hands, swing like Naomi Osaka\n\nBack from Abu Dhabi\nBack, back from Abu Dhabi, aye\nBack from Abu Dhabi\nBack, back from Abu Dhabi, aye\n\nBack from Abu Dhabi, one love cah no man a die\nCah weh we bun, they be drillin' like a suicide (oh, yeah)\nI'm in the Circle now, overlooking Wall Street (oh, yeah)\nI got my coin stabled, back from Abu Dhabi\nWhat up, though? (Yeah)\nThe rotten apple bears new fruit (oh, yeah)\nCeasefire, that's the world truce (oh, yeah)\nE'rybody doing big business\nI'm just tryin' to make a wish just before my bar finish\n\nIn Miami, throwing dollars with the Zoe (uh-huh)\nGive me the guitar, I'll make it sing like L Boogie-woogie (uh-huh)\nAnd I balance like a Libra, welcome back Carter (uh-huh)\nArrivederci with Bocelli, number 15 on the Carter\nAt the Bayo, drinking 1972\nReminiscin', college days when we listened to Wu, uh\nWe the culture, that's a open wave, yo\nIn BK at the Color Studio\nFrom Port-au-Prince to Barranquilla\nShakira, Shakira\n\nBack from Abu Dha-\nBack, back from Abu Dha-\nBack\n\nAbu Dhabi, man, I'm back from Abu Dhabi\nAbu Dhabi, look, I'm back from Abu Dhabi\nAbu Dhabi, man, I'm back from Abu Dhabi\nShe like, \"Habibi, don't leave me\"\n\nMontana\nBa, ba, ba (ah)\nGoin' crazy, F1, Abu Dhabi\nYoung wepa, I be drippin' like a IV (whoo)\nMansoury black Phantom, call me Sheik Montana\nMe and Clef pull strings like Santana\nPark the yacht, watch the race, I just dodged a case\nCount dollars marathon, I'm on the comma race (cash)\n100 million M's, 100 million plaques, I went and got it\nNever checked in, never got taxed like the Emirates\n\nAs-salamu alaykum, yo, habibi, I rep that CB\nMy dog fresh up out the can like graffiti\nSak pase, gotta sneak my Haitians back in the states\nBugatti's in the sand, Abu Dhabi, catchin' plays\n\n(Maybach Music)\nIt's the biggest in the game, young nigga, what?\nBig-body black Benz on the bandgate\nG5 with tunnel vision on this cash chase\nBig blunt, left ten grams in the ashtray\nRick Ross for President, I run the campaign\nBlack Trump, time to get a bigger airplane\nWhite House, the Oval Office sippin' champagne\n\nDope boy, a hundred kilos in the man cave\nBig guns, so ain't no need to get a Band-Aid\nPlayin' with numbers that these other nigga can't make\nAbu Dhabi, 20 Lamborghinis, let's race\nHermès slippers, five million for the watch face\nI gotta make a billion, billionaire mind state\n\nAbu Dhabi, man, I'm back from Abu Dhabi\nI'm back from Abu Dhabi (Abu Dhabi)\nAbu Dhabi, man, I'm back from Abu Dhabi (Abu Dhabi)\nShe like, \"Habibi, don't leave me\"\n\nBack from Abu Dhabi\nBack, back from Abu Dhabi, I'm back\n\nBack from Abu Dhabi\nBack, back from Abu Dhabi, I'm back","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.68] Please welcome the one, the only, Wyclef Jean\n[00:05.04] Back from Abu Dhabi\n[00:06.49] Back from Abu Dhabi\n[00:07.53] Back from Abu Dhabi\n[00:08.88] Back, back from Abu Dhabi\n[00:10.21] Look, I'm back from Abu Dhabi with Chappelle at the Firehouse\n[00:13.26] Ice on my neck, but the Haitians still showed out\n[00:15.95] From Al Ain to L.A., in a New York state of mind\n[00:18.46] God's Son, Illmatic, memorizing the lines\n[00:21.12] Sound clash like the UK Cup, Spice Army\n[00:24.15] I got ties with Jamaica like Bob Marley\n[00:26.43] Back from November, new perspective\n[00:29.02] Big John said, \"Like Hov, finish your breakfast\"\n[00:31.94] Back from Abu Dha-\n[00:32.80] Back, back from Abu Dha-\n[00:34.40] Back, back from Abu Dhabi\n[00:35.61] Back, back from Abu Dhabi\n[00:37.02] Look, back from Abu Dhabi, I came fast like it's Ramadan\n[00:39.83] Told my man Somar, I'll be back before the summer come\n[00:42.69] Superhero, where I come from the real Wakanda\n[00:45.28] Española Toussaint, son of the Black Panther\n[00:48.17] A stick is a manch, the block is the bloc\n[00:50.85] A blòk is a brick, city where I'm from\n[00:53.50] Tèt frèt, keep it cool or ou pral konn gorge\n[00:56.33] I was Creole 101 before Rosetta Stone\n[00:58.94] Like I'm Angie, RIP to R&B\n[01:01.36] No, legends never die, they just killed them softly\n[01:04.09] Moonwalk like Michael Jack, I'm kickin' it with Drogba\n[01:06.58] I'm nice with my hands, swing like Naomi Osaka\n[01:08.90] Back from Abu Dhabi\n[01:10.19] Back, back from Abu Dhabi, aye\n[01:11.66] Back from Abu Dhabi\n[01:12.55] Back, back from Abu Dhabi, aye\n[01:14.69] Back from Abu Dhabi, one love cah no man a die\n[01:17.09] Cah weh we bun, they be drillin' like a suicide (oh, yeah)\n[01:19.73] I'm in the Circle now, overlooking Wall Street (oh, yeah)\n[01:22.40] I got my coin stabled, back from Abu Dhabi\n[01:24.76] What up, though? (Yeah)\n[01:26.19] The rotten apple bears new fruit (oh, yeah)\n[01:28.77] Ceasefire, that's the world truce (oh, yeah)\n[01:31.39] E'rybody doing big business\n[01:33.44] I'm just tryin' to make a wish just before my bar finish\n[01:35.80] In Miami, throwing dollars with the Zoe (uh-huh)\n[01:38.81] Give me the guitar, I'll make it sing like L Boogie-woogie (uh-huh)\n[01:42.19] And I balance like a Libra, welcome back Carter (uh-huh)\n[01:44.11] Arrivederci with Bocelli, number 15 on the Carter\n[01:46.72] At the Bayo, drinking 1972\n[01:49.60] Reminiscin', college days when we listened to Wu, uh\n[01:52.83] We the culture, that's a open wave, yo\n[01:55.45] In BK at the Color Studio\n[01:58.30] From Port-au-Prince to Barranquilla\n[02:00.92] Shakira, Shakira\n[02:02.72] Back from Abu Dha-\n[02:03.55] Back, back from Abu Dha-\n[02:05.02] Back\n[02:05.46] Abu Dhabi, man, I'm back from Abu Dhabi\n[02:08.00] Abu Dhabi, look, I'm back from Abu Dhabi\n[02:10.80] Abu Dhabi, man, I'm back from Abu Dhabi\n[02:13.55] She like, \"Habibi, don't leave me\"\n[02:18.38] Montana\n[02:20.19] Ba, ba, ba (ah)\n[02:22.45] Goin' crazy, F1, Abu Dhabi\n[02:25.04] Young wepa, I be drippin' like a IV (whoo)\n[02:28.04] Mansoury black Phantom, call me Sheik Montana\n[02:31.04] Me and Clef pull strings like Santana\n[02:33.74] Park the yacht, watch the race, I just dodged a case\n[02:36.68] Count dollars marathon, I'm on the comma race (cash)\n[02:39.34] 100 million M's, 100 million plaques, I went and got it\n[02:42.01] Never checked in, never got taxed like the Emirates\n[02:45.07] As-salamu alaykum, yo, habibi, I rep that CB\n[02:47.82] My dog fresh up out the can like graffiti\n[02:50.32] Sak pase, gotta sneak my Haitians back in the states\n[02:53.34] Bugatti's in the sand, Abu Dhabi, catchin' plays\n[02:58.76] (Maybach Music)\n[02:59.27] It's the biggest in the game, young nigga, what?\n[03:01.79] Big-body black Benz on the bandgate\n[03:04.58] G5 with tunnel vision on this cash chase\n[03:07.32] Big blunt, left ten grams in the ashtray\n[03:10.12] Rick Ross for President, I run the campaign\n[03:13.08] Black Trump, time to get a bigger airplane\n[03:15.88] White House, the Oval Office sippin' champagne\n[03:18.60] Dope boy, a hundred kilos in the man cave\n[03:21.40] Big guns, so ain't no need to get a Band-Aid\n[03:24.26] Playin' with numbers that these other nigga can't make\n[03:27.03] Abu Dhabi, 20 Lamborghinis, let's race\n[03:30.16] Hermès slippers, five million for the watch face\n[03:32.82] I gotta make a billion, billionaire mind state\n[03:35.65] Abu Dhabi, man, I'm back from Abu Dhabi\n[03:39.75] I'm back from Abu Dhabi (Abu Dhabi)\n[03:41.38] Abu Dhabi, man, I'm back from Abu Dhabi (Abu Dhabi)\n[03:44.27] She like, \"Habibi, don't leave me\"\n[03:46.96] Back from Abu Dhabi\n[03:47.77] Back, back from Abu Dhabi, I'm back\n[03:50.18] \n[04:12.26] Back from Abu Dhabi\n[04:13.42] Back, back from Abu Dhabi, I'm back\n[04:15.31] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Back From Abu Dhabi (feat. 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blòk is a brick, city where I'm from\n\n  Tèt frèt, keep it cool or ou pral konn gorge\n  I was Creole 101 before Rosetta Stone\n  Like I'm Angie, RIP to R&B\n  No, legends never die, they just killed them softly\n  Moonwalk like Michael Jack, I'm kickin' it with Drogba\n  I'm nice with my hands, swing like Naomi Osaka\n\n  Back from Abu Dhabi\n  Back, back from Abu Dhabi, aye\n  Back from Abu Dhabi\n  Back, back from Abu Dhabi, aye\n\n  Back from Abu Dhabi, one love cah no man a die\n  Cah weh we bun, they be drillin' like a suicide (oh, yeah)\n  I'm in the Circle now, overlooking Wall Street (oh, yeah)\n  I got my coin stabled, back from Abu Dhabi\n  What up, though? (Yeah)\n  The rotten apple bears new fruit (oh, yeah)\n  Ceasefire, that's the world truce (oh, yeah)\n  E'rybody doing big business\n  I'm just tryin' to make a wish just before my bar finish\n\n  In Miami, throwing dollars with the Zoe (uh-huh)\n  Give me the guitar, I'll make it sing like L Boogie-woogie (uh-huh)\n  And I balance like a Libra, welcome back Carter (uh-huh)\n  Arrivederci with Bocelli, number 15 on the Carter\n  At the Bayo, drinking 1972\n  Reminiscin', college days when we listened to Wu, uh\n  We the culture, that's a open wave, yo\n  In BK at the Color Studio\n  From Port-au-Prince to Barranquilla\n  Shakira, Shakira\n\n  Back from Abu Dha-\n  Back, back from Abu Dha-\n  Back\n\n  Abu Dhabi, man, I'm back from Abu Dhabi\n  Abu Dhabi, look, I'm back from Abu Dhabi\n  Abu Dhabi, man, I'm back from Abu Dhabi\n  She like, \"Habibi, don't leave me\"\n\n  Montana\n  Ba, ba, ba (ah)\n  Goin' crazy, F1, Abu Dhabi\n  Young wepa, I be drippin' like a IV (whoo)\n  Mansoury black Phantom, call me Sheik Montana\n  Me and Clef pull strings like Santana\n  Park the yacht, watch the race, I just dodged a case\n  Count dollars marathon, I'm on the comma race (cash)\n  100 million M's, 100 million plaques, I went and got it\n  Never checked in, never got taxed like the Emirates\n\n  As-salamu alaykum, yo, habibi, I rep that CB\n  My dog fresh up out the can like graffiti\n  Sak pase, gotta sneak my Haitians back in the states\n  Bugatti's in the sand, Abu Dhabi, catchin' plays\n\n  (Maybach Music)\n  It's the biggest in the game, young nigga, what?\n  Big-body black Benz on the bandgate\n  G5 with tunnel vision on this cash chase\n  Big blunt, left ten grams in the ashtray\n  Rick Ross for President, I run the campaign\n  Black Trump, time to get a bigger airplane\n  White House, the Oval Office sippin' champagne\n\n  Dope boy, a hundred kilos in the man cave\n  Big guns, so ain't no need to get a Band-Aid\n  Playin' with numbers that these other nigga can't make\n  Abu Dhabi, 20 Lamborghinis, let's race\n  Hermès slippers, five million for the watch face\n  I gotta make a billion, billionaire mind state\n\n  Abu Dhabi, man, I'm back from Abu Dhabi\n  I'm back from Abu Dhabi (Abu Dhabi)\n  Abu Dhabi, man, I'm back from Abu Dhabi (Abu Dhabi)\n  She like, \"Habibi, don't leave me\"\n\n  Back from Abu Dhabi\n  Back, back from Abu Dhabi, I'm back\n\n  Back from Abu Dhabi\n  Back, back from Abu Dhabi, I'm back\n"}]