[{"id":17987365,"name":"Thug Angels","trackName":"Thug Angels","artistName":"Wyclef Jean","albumName":"Wyclef Jean: Greatest Hits","duration":396.930612,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Refugees, yo, all you say\n\nDirty, Dirty, Dirty South\nI used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\nSaw my first AK\nI saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n(New York city, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n(Look at shorty y'all) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n\nWith thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\nSo you wanna be a thug?\n(To all my thugs in Houston) you wan' push drugs?\n(To all my thugs in Memphis) you want the cars and the videos?\n(To the Jacksonville thug angels) let me tell you how it really goes\n\nI'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\nUntil I heard, \"Woop-woop!\", that \"Sound of Da Police,\" should I pull over? (Let's go)\nHe had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\nHis face was pale and long, he looked like cold day in December\n\nNow let me ask the trooper something, \"Should I slow down and be a good camper?\" (Uh-huh)\nI heard a young thug scream, \"It depends what you got in the Bimmer!\"\nNow I got two choices, I could blast him and become most wanted in America\nOr I could slow down like the man in the Bronco and get Johnnie Cochran to be my lawyer\n\nOh, Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\nIf I get locked up, I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n'Cause this a Saturday, and it's a holiday\nNow I gotta spend a weekend in the South in jail\nBut you told me that crime paid in the\n\nDirty, Dirty, Dirty South\nI used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\nSaw my first AK (uh-huh)\nI saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\nWhat about Brooklyn? (Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)\nThey need to chill with the gunplay, hey\nPolice are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\nHe 'bout to go out like Scarface (hey)\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n\nWith thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\nSo you wan' be a thug?\n(My thugs in Chicago) you wan' push drugs?\n(My thugs in Orlando) you want the cars and the videos?\n(To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami)\n\nSo you a killer, how many people did you kill?\nYou a dealer, how many drugs did you deal-uh?\nFor real-uh, used to sell crack on the hill-uh\nYeah, right! My name is Elvis, and your wife is Priscilla\nYou're an actor, you need a part in this thriller\nHold up, ain't no need to bust your four-fif'-uh\nIt's two of us, one of us is bound to leave here in a coma\nSo say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker at the\n\nDirty, Dirty, Dirty South\nI used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\nSaw my first AK\nI saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about New Orleans?) they need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n(New York City, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n(Look at shorty, dog) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n\nWith thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\nSo you wan' be a thug?\n(To my thugs in Tampa) you wan' push drugs?\n(To my thugs in Detroit) you want the cars and the videos?\n(To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina)\nLet me tell you how it really goes\n\nThe South, the dirtiest\nKnew that it's not, you heard it is\nY'all are the prettiest, purtiest cats, never heard of a gat\nI'm the crookedest cat, jux-man, I'ma took that (take that)\nGet it, try to get it off, wholesale or cook that (cook -)\nN-, I keeps plenty caps that I autograph attach\nHuh, smack p- n-, they look to the back, huh\n\nYou shook of me, you knowing I leave you all bullet-y\nI'm real-you like, \"How could he be?\"\nIt's like, Roddy Ville, Robin still, y'all better knew some\nAct like you want some\nI'ma come around the corner, cock back, spot you, and throw some\nMost murderous verbalist, hurting, put burners to this\nSo Wyclef recruited me, Small World from the Norfclk\n\nDirty, Dirty, Dirty South\nI used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\nSaw my first AK\nI saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Uptown?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\nPolice are at the door, the magnum was by the ashtray (Little Haiti, y'all)\nHe 'bout to go out like Scarface (Jamaica)\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n\nWith thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\nSo you wan' be a thug?\n(To my thugs in ATL) you wan' push drugs?\n(To my thugs living in Dallas) you want the cars and the videos?\n(Thug angels in the Birmingham)\nLet me tell you how it really goes, let's go\n\nWatch out for the beasts\nWatch out if you got a seed, homie\n'Cause you don't want your kids growing up\nThinkin' they never had no daddy\n\nBig Pun, rest in peace, forever\nBronx, pour some liquor, ah!\nSlang Ton, rest in peace (thug angels)\nFrom the Outsidaz, pour some liquor, ah! (let's go)\nPolice is on the loose\nWatch yourself, y'all saw what they did to Diallo\nAin't no pushing\nBack up, back up, back up, back up, back up\nGet yo' hands out my pocket!\nY'all know like I said on my last album\nThe record's not over yet\nBack up, back up, back up\n\nYou nigga, you better turn music down! I call 911!\nYou gon' do what?\n\n(Woy!) Yo, turn up your musics louder\n(Woy!) All my people in the system Jeep\n(Woy!) All my people going to school early in the morning\n(Woy!) All my people in the college dorms, talk to them\n\nGrenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\nAswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\nGrenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\nAswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n\n(Woy!) BouleYard\n(Woy!) Miami\n(Woy!) Ayiti\n(Woy!) All my people in the back, let me see your hands up\n(Woy!) All my people in the front, let me see your hands up\n(Woy!) We ain't gon' stop this CD, come on\n(Woy!) Yo, I got up my man up in here, all the way from Haiti\n(Woy!) He wanna talk to y'all, yo tell em that time is it, yo\n\nGrenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\nAswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\nGrenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\nAswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n\n(Woy!) Eastern Parkway\n(Woy!) We gon' come see y'all (come on)\n(Woy!) Everybody in the front, let me see those hands up\n(Woy!) Aight, on the count of three, we gon' jump, come on\n(Woy!) One, two\n(Woy!) One, two, one, two, three, four\n(Woy!)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.26] Refugees, yo, all you say\n[00:02.91] Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n[00:04.58] I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n[00:09.04] Saw my first AK\n[00:10.70] I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[00:13.47] (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n[00:16.55] (New York city, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n[00:19.52] (Look at shorty y'all) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\n[00:22.81] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[00:26.16] With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n[00:29.12] So you wanna be a thug?\n[00:30.68] (To all my thugs in Houston) you wan' push drugs?\n[00:33.02] (To all my thugs in Memphis) you want the cars and the videos?\n[00:36.47] (To the Jacksonville thug angels) let me tell you how it really goes\n[00:39.79] I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n[00:42.60] Until I heard, \"Woop-woop!\", that \"Sound of Da Police,\" should I pull over? (Let's go)\n[00:45.98] He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n[00:49.00] His face was pale and long, he looked like cold day in December\n[00:52.23] Now let me ask the trooper something, \"Should I slow down and be a good camper?\" (Uh-huh)\n[00:55.42] I heard a young thug scream, \"It depends what you got in the Bimmer!\"\n[00:58.22] Now I got two choices, I could blast him and become most wanted in America\n[01:01.59] Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco and get Johnnie Cochran to be my lawyer\n[01:05.21] Oh, Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n[01:08.26] If I get locked up, I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n[01:11.56] 'Cause this a Saturday, and it's a holiday\n[01:14.56] Now I gotta spend a weekend in the South in jail\n[01:16.15] But you told me that crime paid in the\n[01:17.48] Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n[01:19.02] I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n[01:23.62] Saw my first AK (uh-huh)\n[01:25.54] I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[01:28.29] What about Brooklyn? (Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)\n[01:29.64] They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n[01:31.61] Police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n[01:35.53] He 'bout to go out like Scarface (hey)\n[01:37.44] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[01:40.69] With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n[01:43.67] So you wan' be a thug?\n[01:44.35] (My thugs in Chicago) you wan' push drugs?\n[01:47.99] (My thugs in Orlando) you want the cars and the videos?\n[01:51.44] (To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami)\n[01:54.17] So you a killer, how many people did you kill?\n[01:57.56] You a dealer, how many drugs did you deal-uh?\n[02:00.76] For real-uh, used to sell crack on the hill-uh\n[02:03.73] Yeah, right! My name is Elvis, and your wife is Priscilla\n[02:06.86] You're an actor, you need a part in this thriller\n[02:09.75] Hold up, ain't no need to bust your four-fif'-uh\n[02:13.30] It's two of us, one of us is bound to leave here in a coma\n[02:15.96] So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker at the\n[02:19.27] Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n[02:21.01] I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n[02:25.49] Saw my first AK\n[02:27.26] I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[02:30.01] (What about New Orleans?) they need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n[02:33.24] (New York City, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n[02:36.12] (Look at shorty, dog) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\n[02:39.47] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[02:42.80] With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n[02:45.80] So you wan' be a thug?\n[02:47.29] (To my thugs in Tampa) you wan' push drugs?\n[02:50.32] (To my thugs in Detroit) you want the cars and the videos?\n[02:53.04] (To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina)\n[02:55.39] Let me tell you how it really goes\n[02:56.26] The South, the dirtiest\n[02:57.75] Knew that it's not, you heard it is\n[02:59.61] Y'all are the prettiest, purtiest cats, never heard of a gat\n[03:02.39] I'm the crookedest cat, jux-man, I'ma took that (take that)\n[03:05.43] Get it, try to get it off, wholesale or cook that (cook -)\n[03:08.79] N-, I keeps plenty caps that I autograph attach\n[03:12.25] Huh, smack p- n-, they look to the back, huh\n[03:15.53] You shook of me, you knowing I leave you all bullet-y\n[03:19.02] I'm real-you like, \"How could he be?\"\n[03:21.22] It's like, Roddy Ville, Robin still, y'all better knew some\n[03:24.49] Act like you want some\n[03:25.07] I'ma come around the corner, cock back, spot you, and throw some\n[03:27.85] Most murderous verbalist, hurting, put burners to this\n[03:30.65] So Wyclef recruited me, Small World from the Norfclk\n[03:34.12] Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n[03:35.56] I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n[03:40.10] Saw my first AK\n[03:42.08] I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[03:44.86] (What about Uptown?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n[03:48.09] Police are at the door, the magnum was by the ashtray (Little Haiti, y'all)\n[03:51.75] He 'bout to go out like Scarface (Jamaica)\n[03:54.19] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[03:57.12] With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n[04:00.36] So you wan' be a thug?\n[04:01.66] (To my thugs in ATL) you wan' push drugs?\n[04:04.92] (To my thugs living in Dallas) you want the cars and the videos?\n[04:08.06] (Thug angels in the Birmingham)\n[04:09.66] Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go\n[04:11.43] Watch out for the beasts\n[04:14.69] Watch out if you got a seed, homie\n[04:17.34] 'Cause you don't want your kids growing up\n[04:20.59] Thinkin' they never had no daddy\n[04:24.12] Big Pun, rest in peace, forever\n[04:27.34] Bronx, pour some liquor, ah!\n[04:30.78] Slang Ton, rest in peace (thug angels)\n[04:32.76] From the Outsidaz, pour some liquor, ah! (let's go)\n[04:37.83] Police is on the loose\n[04:39.83] Watch yourself, y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n[04:44.08] Ain't no pushing\n[04:46.55] Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up\n[04:48.85] Get yo' hands out my pocket!\n[04:52.17] Y'all know like I said on my last album\n[04:54.22] The record's not over yet\n[04:59.02] Back up, back up, back up\n[05:05.72] You nigga, you better turn music down! I call 911!\n[05:11.14] You gon' do what?\n[05:13.57] (Woy!) Yo, turn up your musics louder\n[05:16.52] (Woy!) All my people in the system Jeep\n[05:19.82] (Woy!) All my people going to school early in the morning\n[05:22.84] (Woy!) All my people in the college dorms, talk to them\n[05:25.52] Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n[05:29.37] Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n[05:32.12] Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n[05:35.53] Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n[05:38.24] (Woy!) BouleYard\n[05:41.69] (Woy!) Miami\n[05:44.46] (Woy!) Ayiti\n[05:47.80] (Woy!) All my people in the back, let me see your hands up\n[05:50.84] (Woy!) All my people in the front, let me see your hands up\n[05:53.79] (Woy!) We ain't gon' stop this CD, come on\n[05:57.17] (Woy!) Yo, I got up my man up in here, all the way from Haiti\n[06:00.19] (Woy!) He wanna talk to y'all, yo tell em that time is it, yo\n[06:03.19] Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n[06:06.41] Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n[06:09.44] Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n[06:12.57] Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n[06:15.66] (Woy!) Eastern Parkway\n[06:18.66] (Woy!) We gon' come see y'all (come on)\n[06:21.72] (Woy!) Everybody in the front, let me see those hands up\n[06:24.95] (Woy!) Aight, on the count of three, we gon' jump, come on\n[06:27.82] (Woy!) One, two\n[06:31.07] (Woy!) One, two, one, two, three, four\n[06:34.42] (Woy!)\n[06:35.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thug Angels\n  artist: Wyclef Jean\n  album: 'Wyclef Jean: Greatest Hits'\n  duration_ms: 396931\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Refugees, yo, all you say\n  start_ms: 260\n  end_ms: 2910\n- text: Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  start_ms: 2910\n  end_ms: 4580\n- text: I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  start_ms: 4580\n  end_ms: 9040\n- text: Saw my first AK\n  start_ms: 9040\n  end_ms: 10700\n- text: I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  start_ms: 10700\n  end_ms: 13470\n- text: (What about Texas?) 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(Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)\n  start_ms: 88290\n  end_ms: 89640\n- text: They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  start_ms: 89640\n  end_ms: 91610\n- text: Police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n  start_ms: 91610\n  end_ms: 95530\n- text: He 'bout to go out like Scarface (hey)\n  start_ms: 95530\n  end_ms: 97440\n- text: He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  start_ms: 97440\n  end_ms: 100690\n- text: With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  start_ms: 100690\n  end_ms: 103670\n- text: So you wan' be a thug?\n  start_ms: 103670\n  end_ms: 104350\n- text: (My thugs in Chicago) you wan' push drugs?\n  start_ms: 104350\n  end_ms: 107990\n- text: (My thugs in Orlando) you want the cars and the videos?\n  start_ms: 107990\n  end_ms: 111440\n- text: (To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami)\n  start_ms: 111440\n  end_ms: 114170\n- text: So you a killer, how many people did you kill?\n  start_ms: 114170\n  end_ms: 117560\n- text: You a dealer, how many drugs did you deal-uh?\n  start_ms: 117560\n  end_ms: 120760\n- text: For real-uh, used to sell crack on the hill-uh\n  start_ms: 120760\n  end_ms: 123730\n- text: Yeah, right! My name is Elvis, and your wife is Priscilla\n  start_ms: 123730\n  end_ms: 126860\n- text: You're an actor, you need a part in this thriller\n  start_ms: 126860\n  end_ms: 129750\n- text: Hold up, ain't no need to bust your four-fif'-uh\n  start_ms: 129750\n  end_ms: 133300\n- text: It's two of us, one of us is bound to leave here in a coma\n  start_ms: 133300\n  end_ms: 135960\n- text: So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker at the\n  start_ms: 135960\n  end_ms: 139270\n- text: Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  start_ms: 139270\n  end_ms: 141010\n- text: I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  start_ms: 141010\n  end_ms: 145490\n- text: Saw my first AK\n  start_ms: 145490\n  end_ms: 147260\n- text: I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  start_ms: 147260\n  end_ms: 150010\n- text: (What about New Orleans?) they need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  start_ms: 150010\n  end_ms: 153240\n- text: (New York City, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n  start_ms: 153240\n  end_ms: 156120\n- text: (Look at shorty, dog) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\n  start_ms: 156120\n  end_ms: 159470\n- text: He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  start_ms: 159470\n  end_ms: 162800\n- text: With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  start_ms: 162800\n  end_ms: 165800\n- text: So you wan' be a thug?\n  start_ms: 165800\n  end_ms: 167290\n- text: (To my thugs in Tampa) you wan' push drugs?\n  start_ms: 167290\n  end_ms: 170320\n- text: (To my thugs in Detroit) you want the cars and the videos?\n  start_ms: 170320\n  end_ms: 173040\n- text: (To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina)\n  start_ms: 173040\n  end_ms: 175390\n- text: Let me tell you how it really goes\n  start_ms: 175390\n  end_ms: 176260\n- text: The South, the dirtiest\n  start_ms: 176260\n  end_ms: 177750\n- text: Knew that it's not, you heard it is\n  start_ms: 177750\n  end_ms: 179610\n- text: Y'all are the prettiest, purtiest cats, never heard of a gat\n  start_ms: 179610\n  end_ms: 182390\n- text: I'm the crookedest cat, jux-man, I'ma took that (take that)\n  start_ms: 182390\n  end_ms: 185430\n- text: Get it, try to get it off, wholesale or cook that (cook -)\n  start_ms: 185430\n  end_ms: 188790\n- text: N-, I keeps plenty caps that I autograph attach\n  start_ms: 188790\n  end_ms: 192250\n- text: Huh, smack p- n-, they look to the back, huh\n  start_ms: 192250\n  end_ms: 195530\n- text: You shook of me, you knowing I leave you all bullet-y\n  start_ms: 195530\n  end_ms: 199020\n- text: I'm real-you like, \"How could he be?\"\n  start_ms: 199020\n  end_ms: 201220\n- text: It's like, Roddy Ville, Robin still, y'all better knew some\n  start_ms: 201220\n  end_ms: 204490\n- text: Act like you want some\n  start_ms: 204490\n  end_ms: 205070\n- text: I'ma come around the corner, cock back, spot you, and throw some\n  start_ms: 205070\n  end_ms: 207850\n- text: Most murderous verbalist, hurting, put burners to this\n  start_ms: 207850\n  end_ms: 210650\n- text: So Wyclef recruited me, Small World from the Norfclk\n  start_ms: 210650\n  end_ms: 214120\n- text: Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  start_ms: 214120\n  end_ms: 215560\n- text: I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  start_ms: 215560\n  end_ms: 220100\n- text: Saw my first AK\n  start_ms: 220100\n  end_ms: 222080\n- text: I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  start_ms: 222080\n  end_ms: 224860\n- text: (What about Uptown?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  start_ms: 224860\n  end_ms: 228090\n- text: Police are at the door, the magnum was by the ashtray (Little Haiti, y'all)\n  start_ms: 228090\n  end_ms: 231750\n- text: He 'bout to go out like Scarface (Jamaica)\n  start_ms: 231750\n  end_ms: 234190\n- text: He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  start_ms: 234190\n  end_ms: 237120\n- text: With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  start_ms: 237120\n  end_ms: 240360\n- text: So you wan' be a thug?\n  start_ms: 240360\n  end_ms: 241660\n- text: (To my thugs in ATL) you wan' push drugs?\n  start_ms: 241660\n  end_ms: 244920\n- text: (To my thugs living in Dallas) you want the cars and the videos?\n  start_ms: 244920\n  end_ms: 248060\n- text: (Thug angels in the Birmingham)\n  start_ms: 248060\n  end_ms: 249660\n- text: Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go\n  start_ms: 249660\n  end_ms: 251430\n- text: Watch out for the beasts\n  start_ms: 251430\n  end_ms: 254690\n- text: Watch out if you got a seed, homie\n  start_ms: 254690\n  end_ms: 257340\n- text: '''Cause you don''t want your kids growing up'\n  start_ms: 257340\n  end_ms: 260590\n- text: Thinkin' they never had no daddy\n  start_ms: 260590\n  end_ms: 264120\n- text: Big Pun, rest in peace, forever\n  start_ms: 264120\n  end_ms: 267340\n- text: Bronx, pour some liquor, ah!\n  start_ms: 267340\n  end_ms: 270780\n- text: Slang Ton, rest in peace (thug angels)\n  start_ms: 270780\n  end_ms: 272760\n- text: From the Outsidaz, pour some liquor, ah! (let's go)\n  start_ms: 272760\n  end_ms: 277830\n- text: Police is on the loose\n  start_ms: 277830\n  end_ms: 279830\n- text: Watch yourself, y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n  start_ms: 279830\n  end_ms: 284080\n- text: Ain't no pushing\n  start_ms: 284080\n  end_ms: 286550\n- text: Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up\n  start_ms: 286550\n  end_ms: 288850\n- text: Get yo' hands out my pocket!\n  start_ms: 288850\n  end_ms: 292170\n- text: Y'all know like I said on my last album\n  start_ms: 292170\n  end_ms: 294220\n- text: The record's not over yet\n  start_ms: 294220\n  end_ms: 299020\n- text: Back up, back up, back up\n  start_ms: 299020\n  end_ms: 305720\n- text: You nigga, you better turn music down! I call 911!\n  start_ms: 305720\n  end_ms: 311140\n- text: You gon' do what?\n  start_ms: 311140\n  end_ms: 313570\n- text: (Woy!) Yo, turn up your musics louder\n  start_ms: 313570\n  end_ms: 316520\n- text: (Woy!) All my people in the system Jeep\n  start_ms: 316520\n  end_ms: 319820\n- text: (Woy!) All my people going to school early in the morning\n  start_ms: 319820\n  end_ms: 322840\n- text: (Woy!) All my people in the college dorms, talk to them\n  start_ms: 322840\n  end_ms: 325520\n- text: Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  start_ms: 325520\n  end_ms: 329370\n- text: Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n  start_ms: 329370\n  end_ms: 332120\n- text: Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  start_ms: 332120\n  end_ms: 335530\n- text: Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n  start_ms: 335530\n  end_ms: 338240\n- text: (Woy!) BouleYard\n  start_ms: 338240\n  end_ms: 341690\n- text: (Woy!) Miami\n  start_ms: 341690\n  end_ms: 344460\n- text: (Woy!) Ayiti\n  start_ms: 344460\n  end_ms: 347800\n- text: (Woy!) All my people in the back, let me see your hands up\n  start_ms: 347800\n  end_ms: 350840\n- text: (Woy!) All my people in the front, let me see your hands up\n  start_ms: 350840\n  end_ms: 353790\n- text: (Woy!) We ain't gon' stop this CD, come on\n  start_ms: 353790\n  end_ms: 357170\n- text: (Woy!) Yo, I got up my man up in here, all the way from Haiti\n  start_ms: 357170\n  end_ms: 360190\n- text: (Woy!) He wanna talk to y'all, yo tell em that time is it, yo\n  start_ms: 360190\n  end_ms: 363190\n- text: Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  start_ms: 363190\n  end_ms: 366410\n- text: Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n  start_ms: 366410\n  end_ms: 369440\n- text: Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  start_ms: 369440\n  end_ms: 372570\n- text: Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n  start_ms: 372570\n  end_ms: 375660\n- text: (Woy!) Eastern Parkway\n  start_ms: 375660\n  end_ms: 378660\n- text: (Woy!) We gon' come see y'all (come on)\n  start_ms: 378660\n  end_ms: 381720\n- text: (Woy!) Everybody in the front, let me see those hands up\n  start_ms: 381720\n  end_ms: 384950\n- text: (Woy!) Aight, on the count of three, we gon' jump, come on\n  start_ms: 384950\n  end_ms: 387820\n- text: (Woy!) One, two\n  start_ms: 387820\n  end_ms: 391070\n- text: (Woy!) One, two, one, two, three, four\n  start_ms: 391070\n  end_ms: 394420\n- text: (Woy!)\n  start_ms: 394420\n  end_ms: 395150\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 395150\nplain: |-\n  Refugees, yo, all you say\n\n  Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  Saw my first AK\n  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  (New York city, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n  (Look at shorty y'all) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n\n  With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  (To all my thugs in Houston) you wan' push drugs?\n  (To all my thugs in Memphis) you want the cars and the videos?\n  (To the Jacksonville thug angels) let me tell you how it really goes\n\n  I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n  Until I heard, \"Woop-woop!\", that \"Sound of Da Police,\" should I pull over? (Let's go)\n  He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n  His face was pale and long, he looked like cold day in December\n\n  Now let me ask the trooper something, \"Should I slow down and be a good camper?\" (Uh-huh)\n  I heard a young thug scream, \"It depends what you got in the Bimmer!\"\n  Now I got two choices, I could blast him and become most wanted in America\n  Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco and get Johnnie Cochran to be my lawyer\n\n  Oh, Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n  If I get locked up, I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n  'Cause this a Saturday, and it's a holiday\n  Now I gotta spend a weekend in the South in jail\n  But you told me that crime paid in the\n\n  Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  Saw my first AK (uh-huh)\n  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  What about Brooklyn? (Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)\n  They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  Police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n  He 'bout to go out like Scarface (hey)\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n\n  With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  So you wan' be a thug?\n  (My thugs in Chicago) you wan' push drugs?\n  (My thugs in Orlando) you want the cars and the videos?\n  (To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami)\n\n  So you a killer, how many people did you kill?\n  You a dealer, how many drugs did you deal-uh?\n  For real-uh, used to sell crack on the hill-uh\n  Yeah, right! My name is Elvis, and your wife is Priscilla\n  You're an actor, you need a part in this thriller\n  Hold up, ain't no need to bust your four-fif'-uh\n  It's two of us, one of us is bound to leave here in a coma\n  So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker at the\n\n  Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  Saw my first AK\n  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about New Orleans?) they need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  (New York City, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n  (Look at shorty, dog) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n\n  With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  So you wan' be a thug?\n  (To my thugs in Tampa) you wan' push drugs?\n  (To my thugs in Detroit) you want the cars and the videos?\n  (To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina)\n  Let me tell you how it really goes\n\n  The South, the dirtiest\n  Knew that it's not, you heard it is\n  Y'all are the prettiest, purtiest cats, never heard of a gat\n  I'm the crookedest cat, jux-man, I'ma took that (take that)\n  Get it, try to get it off, wholesale or cook that (cook -)\n  N-, I keeps plenty caps that I autograph attach\n  Huh, smack p- n-, they look to the back, huh\n\n  You shook of me, you knowing I leave you all bullet-y\n  I'm real-you like, \"How could he be?\"\n  It's like, Roddy Ville, Robin still, y'all better knew some\n  Act like you want some\n  I'ma come around the corner, cock back, spot you, and throw some\n  Most murderous verbalist, hurting, put burners to this\n  So Wyclef recruited me, Small World from the Norfclk\n\n  Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  Saw my first AK\n  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Uptown?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  Police are at the door, the magnum was by the ashtray (Little Haiti, y'all)\n  He 'bout to go out like Scarface (Jamaica)\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n\n  With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  So you wan' be a thug?\n  (To my thugs in ATL) you wan' push drugs?\n  (To my thugs living in Dallas) you want the cars and the videos?\n  (Thug angels in the Birmingham)\n  Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go\n\n  Watch out for the beasts\n  Watch out if you got a seed, homie\n  'Cause you don't want your kids growing up\n  Thinkin' they never had no daddy\n\n  Big Pun, rest in peace, forever\n  Bronx, pour some liquor, ah!\n  Slang Ton, rest in peace (thug angels)\n  From the Outsidaz, pour some liquor, ah! (let's go)\n  Police is on the loose\n  Watch yourself, y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n  Ain't no pushing\n  Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up\n  Get yo' hands out my pocket!\n  Y'all know like I said on my last album\n  The record's not over yet\n  Back up, back up, back up\n\n  You nigga, you better turn music down! I call 911!\n  You gon' do what?\n\n  (Woy!) Yo, turn up your musics louder\n  (Woy!) All my people in the system Jeep\n  (Woy!) All my people going to school early in the morning\n  (Woy!) All my people in the college dorms, talk to them\n\n  Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n  Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n\n  (Woy!) BouleYard\n  (Woy!) Miami\n  (Woy!) Ayiti\n  (Woy!) All my people in the back, let me see your hands up\n  (Woy!) All my people in the front, let me see your hands up\n  (Woy!) We ain't gon' stop this CD, come on\n  (Woy!) Yo, I got up my man up in here, all the way from Haiti\n  (Woy!) He wanna talk to y'all, yo tell em that time is it, yo\n\n  Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n  Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n\n  (Woy!) Eastern Parkway\n  (Woy!) We gon' come see y'all (come on)\n  (Woy!) Everybody in the front, let me see those hands up\n  (Woy!) Aight, on the count of three, we gon' jump, come on\n  (Woy!) One, two\n  (Woy!) One, two, one, two, three, four\n  (Woy!)\n"},{"id":6688764,"name":"Thug Angels","trackName":"Thug Angels","artistName":"Wyclef Jean","albumName":"The Ecleftic: 2 Sides II a Book","duration":396.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Refugees yo. all you say\n\nDirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n(New York city y'all) Police are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\nHe bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\nUh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nAhh-ahh-ahh-\nTo all my thugs in Houston\nYou wan' push drugs?\nTo all my thugs in Memphis\nYou want the cars in the videos?\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\nTo the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n\nI'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\nUntil I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\nHe had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\nHis face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\nNow let me ask the truth or somethin '\nShould I slow down and be a good camper?\nI heard a young thug scream,\n\"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\nNow I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\nOr I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\nAnd get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\nOhh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\nIf I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\nCause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\nNow I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\nBut you told me that crime pay\nThe Dirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\nPolice are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\nHe bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\nUh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nAhh-ahh-ahh-\nTo all my thugs in Chicago\nYou wan' push drugs?\nTo all my thugs in Orlando\nYou want the cars in the videos?\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\nTo V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n\nSo you a killa, how many people did you kill?\nYou a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\nFor'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\nYeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\nYou're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\nHold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\nIt's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\nSo say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\nAt the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n(New York City y'all) Police are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray\n(Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nTo my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\nTo my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\nTo the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\nLet me tell you how it really goes\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nTo my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\nTo my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\nThug Angels in the Birmingham\nLet me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n\nWatch out, for the beasts\nWatch out, if you got a seed homie\nCause you don't want your kids growin up\nThinkin they never had no daddy\nBig Pun, rest in peace forever\nBronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\nSlang Tom, rest in peace\nPolice is in the news, watch yourself\nY'all saw what they did to Diallo\nYeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\nYou gon' do WHAT?\nWAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\nWAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\nWAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\nWAIT! Eastern Parkway","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.48] Refugees yo. all you say\n[00:03.33] Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n[00:04.91] I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n[00:08.02] Sold my first A-K\n[00:11.24] I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[00:14.06] (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n[00:17.23] (New York city y'all) Police are at the door\n[00:20.02] The Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\n[00:23.64] He bout to go out like Scarface\n[00:24.52] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[00:26.07] With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n[00:28.32] Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n[00:29.83] So you wanna be a thug?\n[00:30.84] Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n[00:31.19] To all my thugs in Houston\n[00:32.05] You wan' push drugs?\n[00:33.99] To all my thugs in Memphis\n[00:35.44] You want the cars in the videos?\n[00:35.59] Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n[00:36.18] {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n[00:36.59] Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n[00:36.88] To the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n[00:39.01] I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n[00:42.63] Until I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\n[00:46.07] He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n[00:48.97] His face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\n[00:52.47] Now let me ask the truth or somethin '\n[00:54.71] Should I slow down and be a good camper?\n[00:55.65] I heard a young thug scream,\n[00:57.22] \"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\n[00:58.48] Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\n[01:01.72] Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\n[01:03.96] And get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\n[01:05.48] Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n[01:08.03] If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n[01:11.20] Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\n[01:14.36] Now I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\n[01:16.36] But you told me that crime pay\n[01:17.21] The Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n[01:19.79] I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n[01:23.87] Sold my first A-K\n[01:25.49] I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[01:28.22] (What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\n[01:31.00] Police are at the door\n[01:32.93] The Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n[01:34.29] He bout to go out like Scarface\n[01:37.87] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[01:40.62] With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n[01:42.24] Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n[01:43.86] So you wanna be a thug?\n[01:45.10] Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n[01:45.71] To all my thugs in Chicago\n[01:47.74] You wan' push drugs?\n[01:48.61] To all my thugs in Orlando\n[01:50.15] You want the cars in the videos?\n[01:51.72] Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n[01:52.07] {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n[01:52.32] Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n[01:52.63] To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n[01:54.12] So you a killa, how many people did you kill?\n[01:57.94] You a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\n[02:00.71] For'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\n[02:03.64] Yeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\n[02:07.28] You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\n[02:09.90] Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\n[02:13.19] It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\n[02:16.29] So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\n[02:19.05] At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n[02:21.65] I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n[02:25.80] Sold my first A-K\n[02:27.35] I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[02:30.51] (What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n[02:32.49] (New York City y'all) Police are at the door\n[02:34.66] The Magnum was by the ashtray\n[02:36.53] (Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\n[02:39.92] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[02:43.04] With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n[02:44.69] {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n[02:45.25] Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n[02:47.19] {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n[02:47.74] Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n[02:48.05] So you wanna be a thug?\n[02:48.70] To my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\n[02:50.60] To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\n[02:52.76] To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\n[02:55.85] Let me tell you how it really goes\n[02:56.42] So you wanna be a thug?\n[02:58.04] To my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\n[03:01.17] To my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\n[03:02.35] Thug Angels in the Birmingham\n[03:03.55] Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n[03:04.51] Watch out, for the beasts\n[03:06.76] Watch out, if you got a seed homie\n[03:08.31] Cause you don't want your kids growin up\n[03:09.90] Thinkin they never had no daddy\n[03:10.26] Big Pun, rest in peace forever\n[03:11.48] Bronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\n[03:18.38] Slang Tom, rest in peace\n[03:19.32] Police is in the news, watch yourself\n[03:19.92] Y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n[03:20.87] Yeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\n[03:21.46] You gon' do WHAT?\n[03:22.05] WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\n[03:23.07] WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\n[03:26.21] WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\n[03:26.86] WAIT! Eastern Parkway\n[03:27.79] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thug Angels\n  artist: Wyclef Jean\n  album: 'The Ecleftic: 2 Sides II a Book'\n  duration_ms: 396000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Refugees yo. all you say\n  start_ms: 1480\n  end_ms: 3330\n- text: Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  start_ms: 3330\n  end_ms: 4910\n- text: I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  start_ms: 4910\n  end_ms: 8020\n- text: Sold my first A-K\n  start_ms: 8020\n  end_ms: 11240\n- text: I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  start_ms: 11240\n  end_ms: 14060\n- text: (What about Texas?) 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My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\n  start_ms: 123640\n  end_ms: 127280\n- text: You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\n  start_ms: 127280\n  end_ms: 129900\n- text: Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\n  start_ms: 129900\n  end_ms: 133190\n- text: It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\n  start_ms: 133190\n  end_ms: 136290\n- text: So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\n  start_ms: 136290\n  end_ms: 139050\n- text: At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  start_ms: 139050\n  end_ms: 141650\n- text: I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  start_ms: 141650\n  end_ms: 145800\n- text: Sold my first A-K\n  start_ms: 145800\n  end_ms: 147350\n- text: I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  start_ms: 147350\n  end_ms: 150510\n- text: (What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  start_ms: 150510\n  end_ms: 152490\n- text: (New York City y'all) Police are at the door\n  start_ms: 152490\n  end_ms: 154660\n- text: The Magnum was by the ashtray\n  start_ms: 154660\n  end_ms: 156530\n- text: (Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\n  start_ms: 156530\n  end_ms: 159920\n- text: He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  start_ms: 159920\n  end_ms: 163040\n- text: With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n  start_ms: 163040\n  end_ms: 164690\n- text: '{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-'\n  start_ms: 164690\n  end_ms: 165250\n- text: Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  start_ms: 165250\n  end_ms: 167190\n- text: '{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-'\n  start_ms: 167190\n  end_ms: 167740\n- text: Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  start_ms: 167740\n  end_ms: 168050\n- text: So you wanna be a thug?\n  start_ms: 168050\n  end_ms: 168700\n- text: To my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\n  start_ms: 168700\n  end_ms: 170600\n- text: To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\n  start_ms: 170600\n  end_ms: 172760\n- text: To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\n  start_ms: 172760\n  end_ms: 175850\n- text: Let me tell you how it really goes\n  start_ms: 175850\n  end_ms: 176420\n- text: So you wanna be a thug?\n  start_ms: 176420\n  end_ms: 178040\n- text: To my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\n  start_ms: 178040\n  end_ms: 181170\n- text: To my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\n  start_ms: 181170\n  end_ms: 182350\n- text: Thug Angels in the Birmingham\n  start_ms: 182350\n  end_ms: 183550\n- text: Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n  start_ms: 183550\n  end_ms: 184510\n- text: Watch out, for the beasts\n  start_ms: 184510\n  end_ms: 186760\n- text: Watch out, if you got a seed homie\n  start_ms: 186760\n  end_ms: 188310\n- text: Cause you don't want your kids growin up\n  start_ms: 188310\n  end_ms: 189900\n- text: Thinkin they never had no daddy\n  start_ms: 189900\n  end_ms: 190260\n- text: Big Pun, rest in peace forever\n  start_ms: 190260\n  end_ms: 191480\n- text: Bronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\n  start_ms: 191480\n  end_ms: 198380\n- text: Slang Tom, rest in peace\n  start_ms: 198380\n  end_ms: 199320\n- text: Police is in the news, watch yourself\n  start_ms: 199320\n  end_ms: 199920\n- text: Y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n  start_ms: 199920\n  end_ms: 200870\n- text: Yeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\n  start_ms: 200870\n  end_ms: 201460\n- text: You gon' do WHAT?\n  start_ms: 201460\n  end_ms: 202050\n- text: WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\n  start_ms: 202050\n  end_ms: 203070\n- text: WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\n  start_ms: 203070\n  end_ms: 206210\n- text: WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\n  start_ms: 206210\n  end_ms: 206860\n- text: WAIT! Eastern Parkway\n  start_ms: 206860\n  end_ms: 207790\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 207790\nplain: |-\n  Refugees yo. all you say\n\n  Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  (New York city y'all) Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\n  He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\n  Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  To all my thugs in Houston\n  You wan' push drugs?\n  To all my thugs in Memphis\n  You want the cars in the videos?\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n  To the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n\n  I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n  Until I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\n  He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n  His face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\n  Now let me ask the truth or somethin '\n  Should I slow down and be a good camper?\n  I heard a young thug scream,\n  \"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\n  Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\n  Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\n  And get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\n  Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n  If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n  Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\n  Now I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\n  But you told me that crime pay\n  The Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n  He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\n  Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  To all my thugs in Chicago\n  You wan' push drugs?\n  To all my thugs in Orlando\n  You want the cars in the videos?\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n  To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n\n  So you a killa, how many people did you kill?\n  You a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\n  For'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\n  Yeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\n  You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\n  Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\n  It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\n  So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\n  At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  (New York City y'all) Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray\n  (Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  To my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\n  To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\n  To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\n  Let me tell you how it really goes\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  To my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\n  To my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\n  Thug Angels in the Birmingham\n  Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n\n  Watch out, for the beasts\n  Watch out, if you got a seed homie\n  Cause you don't want your kids growin up\n  Thinkin they never had no daddy\n  Big Pun, rest in peace forever\n  Bronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\n  Slang Tom, rest in peace\n  Police is in the news, watch yourself\n  Y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n  Yeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\n  You gon' do WHAT?\n  WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\n  WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\n  WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\n  WAIT! Eastern Parkway\n"},{"id":31703,"name":"Thug Angels","trackName":"Thug Angels","artistName":"Wyclef Jean","albumName":"The Ecleftic","duration":396.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Refugees yo. all you say\n\nDirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n(New York city y'all) Police are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\nHe bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\nUh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nAhh-ahh-ahh-\nTo all my thugs in Houston\nYou wan' push drugs?\nTo all my thugs in Memphis\nYou want the cars in the videos?\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\nTo the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n\nI'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\nUntil I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\nHe had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\nHis face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\nNow let me ask the truth or somethin '\nShould I slow down and be a good camper?\nI heard a young thug scream,\n\"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\nNow I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\nOr I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\nAnd get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\nOhh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\nIf I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\nCause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\nNow I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\nBut you told me that crime pay\nThe Dirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\nPolice are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\nHe bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\nUh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nAhh-ahh-ahh-\nTo all my thugs in Chicago\nYou wan' push drugs?\nTo all my thugs in Orlando\nYou want the cars in the videos?\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\nTo V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n\nSo you a killa, how many people did you kill?\nYou a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\nFor'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\nYeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\nYou're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\nHold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\nIt's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\nSo say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\nAt the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n(New York City y'all) Police are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray\n(Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nTo my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\nTo my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\nTo the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\nLet me tell you how it really goes\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nTo my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\nTo my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\nThug Angels in the Birmingham\nLet me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n\nWatch out, for the beasts\nWatch out, if you got a seed homie\nCause you don't want your kids growin up\nThinkin they never had no daddy\nBig Pun, rest in peace forever\nBronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\nSlang Tom, rest in peace\nPolice is in the news, watch yourself\nY'all saw what they did to Diallo\nYeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\nYou gon' do WHAT?\nWAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\nWAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\nWAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\nWAIT! Eastern Parkway","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.20] Refugees, yo, all you say\n[00:02.97] Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n[00:04.53] I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n[00:09.07] Saw my first AK\n[00:10.76] I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[00:13.41] (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n[00:16.59] (New York city, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n[00:19.53] (Look at shorty y'all) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\n[00:22.82] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[00:26.17] With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n[00:29.12] So you wanna be a thug?\n[00:30.63] (To all my thugs in Houston) you wan' push drugs?\n[00:33.04] (To all my thugs in Memphis) you want the cars and the videos?\n[00:36.43] (To the Jacksonville thug angels) let me tell you how it really goes\n[00:39.79] I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n[00:42.69] Until I heard, \"Woop-woop!\", that \"Sound of Da Police,\" should I pull over? (Let's go)\n[00:45.99] He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n[00:49.06] His face was pale and long, he looked like cold day in December\n[00:52.26] Now let me ask the trooper something, \"Should I slow down and be a good camper?\" (Uh-huh)\n[00:55.43] I heard a young thug scream, \"It depends what you got in the Bimmer!\"\n[00:58.24] Now I got two choices, I could blast him and become most wanted in America\n[01:01.54] Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco and get Johnnie Cochran to be my lawyer\n[01:05.73] Oh, Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n[01:08.27] If I get locked up, I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n[01:11.58] 'Cause this a Saturday, and it's a holiday\n[01:14.50] Now I gotta spend a weekend in the South in jail\n[01:16.14] But you told me that crime paid in the\n[01:17.40] Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n[01:19.07] I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n[01:23.66] Saw my first AK (uh-huh)\n[01:25.57] I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[01:28.27] What about Brooklyn? (Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)\n[01:29.63] They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n[01:31.60] Police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n[01:35.53] He 'bout to go out like Scarface (hey)\n[01:37.40] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[01:40.62] With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n[01:43.63] So you wan' be a thug?\n[01:44.34] (My thugs in Chicago) you wan' push drugs?\n[01:47.94] (My thugs in Orlando) you want the cars and the videos?\n[01:51.41] (To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami)\n[01:54.16] So you a killer, how many people did you kill?\n[01:57.58] You a dealer, how many drugs did you deal-uh?\n[02:00.76] For real-uh, used to sell crack on the hill-uh\n[02:03.79] Yeah, right! My name is Elvis, and your wife is Priscilla\n[02:06.87] You're an actor, you need a part in this thriller\n[02:09.75] Hold up, ain't no need to bust your four-fif'-uh\n[02:13.38] It's two of us, one of us is bound to leave here in a coma\n[02:15.94] So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker at the\n[02:19.22] Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n[02:21.02] I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n[02:25.48] Saw my first AK\n[02:27.27] I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[02:30.04] (What about New Orleans?) they need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n[02:33.26] (New York City, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n[02:36.15] (Look at shorty, dog) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\n[02:39.44] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[02:42.80] With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n[02:45.86] So you wan' be a thug?\n[02:47.21] (To my thugs in Tampa) you wan' push drugs?\n[02:50.37] (To my thugs in Detroit) you want the cars and the videos?\n[02:53.03] (To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina)\n[02:55.38] Let me tell you how it really goes\n[02:56.21] The South, the dirtiest\n[02:57.74] Knew that it's not, you heard it is\n[02:59.62] Y'all are the prettiest, purtiest cats, never heard of a gat\n[03:02.31] I'm the crookedest cat, jux-man, I'ma took that (take that)\n[03:05.46] Get it, try to get it off, wholesale or cook that (cook -)\n[03:08.76] N-, I keeps plenty caps that I autograph attach\n[03:12.25] Huh, smack p- n-, they look to the back, huh\n[03:15.51] You shook of me, you knowing I leave you all bullet-y\n[03:19.07] I'm real-you like, \"How could he be?\"\n[03:21.22] It's like, Roddy Ville, Robin still, y'all better knew some\n[03:24.49] Act like you want some\n[03:25.03] I'ma come around the corner, cock back, spot you, and throw some\n[03:27.82] Most murderous verbalist, hurting, put burners to this\n[03:30.67] So Wyclef recruited me, Small World from the Norfclk\n[03:34.19] Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n[03:35.50] I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n[03:40.11] Saw my first AK\n[03:42.02] I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[03:44.82] (What about Uptown?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n[03:48.00] Police are at the door, the magnum was by the ashtray (Little Haiti, y'all)\n[03:51.79] He 'bout to go out like Scarface (Jamaica)\n[03:54.16] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[03:57.16] With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n[04:00.34] So you wan' be a thug?\n[04:01.61] (To my thugs in ATL) you wan' push drugs?\n[04:04.97] (To my thugs living in Dallas) you want the cars and the videos?\n[04:08.01] (Thug angels in the Birmingham)\n[04:09.62] Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go\n[04:11.44] Watch out for the beasts\n[04:14.64] Watch out if you got a seed, homie\n[04:17.71] 'Cause you don't want your kids growing up\n[04:20.95] Thinkin' they never had no daddy\n[04:24.18] Big Pun, rest in peace, forever\n[04:27.34] Bronx, pour some liquor, ah!\n[04:30.77] Slang Ton, rest in peace (thug angels)\n[04:32.75] From the Outsidaz, pour some liquor, ah! (let's go)\n[04:37.89] Police is on the loose\n[04:39.82] Watch yourself, y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n[04:44.06] Ain't no pushing\n[04:46.57] Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up\n[04:48.85] Get yo' hands out my pocket!\n[04:52.16] Y'all know like I said on my last album\n[04:54.20] The record's not over yet\n[04:59.07] Back up, back up, back up\n[05:05.73] You nigga, you better turn music down! I call 911!\n[05:11.10] You gon' do what?\n[05:13.57] (Woy!) Yo, turn up your musics louder\n[05:16.55] (Woy!) All my people in the system Jeep\n[05:19.82] (Woy!) All my people going to school early in the morning\n[05:22.81] (Woy!) All my people in the college dorms, talk to them\n[05:25.55] Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n[05:29.31] Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n[05:32.17] Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n[05:35.51] Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n[05:38.26] (Woy!) BouleYard\n[05:41.68] (Woy!) Miami\n[05:44.49] (Woy!) Ayiti\n[05:47.87] (Woy!) All my people in the back, let me see your hands up\n[05:50.80] (Woy!) All my people in the front, let me see your hands up\n[05:53.73] (Woy!) We ain't gon' stop this CD, come on\n[05:57.11] (Woy!) Yo, I got up my man up in here, all the way from Haiti\n[06:00.11] (Woy!) He wanna talk to y'all, yo tell em that time is it, yo\n[06:03.18] Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n[06:06.40] Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n[06:09.45] Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n[06:12.55] Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n[06:15.65] (Woy!) Eastern Parkway\n[06:18.65] (Woy!) We gon' come see y'all (come on)\n[06:21.78] (Woy!) Everybody in the front, let me see those hands up\n[06:24.92] (Woy!) Aight, on the count of three, we gon' jump, come on\n[06:27.82] (Woy!) One, two\n[06:31.03] (Woy!) One, two, one, two, three, four\n[06:34.48] (Woy!)\n[06:35.93] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thug Angels\n  artist: Wyclef Jean\n  album: The Ecleftic\n  duration_ms: 396000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Refugees, yo, all you say\n  start_ms: 200\n  end_ms: 2970\n- text: Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  start_ms: 2970\n  end_ms: 4530\n- text: I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  start_ms: 4530\n  end_ms: 9070\n- text: Saw my first AK\n  start_ms: 9070\n  end_ms: 10760\n- text: I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  start_ms: 10760\n  end_ms: 13410\n- text: (What about Texas?) 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(Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)\n  start_ms: 88270\n  end_ms: 89630\n- text: They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  start_ms: 89630\n  end_ms: 91600\n- text: Police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n  start_ms: 91600\n  end_ms: 95530\n- text: He 'bout to go out like Scarface (hey)\n  start_ms: 95530\n  end_ms: 97400\n- text: He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  start_ms: 97400\n  end_ms: 100620\n- text: With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  start_ms: 100620\n  end_ms: 103630\n- text: So you wan' be a thug?\n  start_ms: 103630\n  end_ms: 104340\n- text: (My thugs in Chicago) you wan' push drugs?\n  start_ms: 104340\n  end_ms: 107940\n- text: (My thugs in Orlando) you want the cars and the videos?\n  start_ms: 107940\n  end_ms: 111410\n- text: (To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami)\n  start_ms: 111410\n  end_ms: 114160\n- text: So you a killer, how many people did you kill?\n  start_ms: 114160\n  end_ms: 117580\n- text: You a dealer, how many drugs did you deal-uh?\n  start_ms: 117580\n  end_ms: 120760\n- text: For real-uh, used to sell crack on the hill-uh\n  start_ms: 120760\n  end_ms: 123790\n- text: Yeah, right! My name is Elvis, and your wife is Priscilla\n  start_ms: 123790\n  end_ms: 126870\n- text: You're an actor, you need a part in this thriller\n  start_ms: 126870\n  end_ms: 129750\n- text: Hold up, ain't no need to bust your four-fif'-uh\n  start_ms: 129750\n  end_ms: 133380\n- text: It's two of us, one of us is bound to leave here in a coma\n  start_ms: 133380\n  end_ms: 135940\n- text: So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker at the\n  start_ms: 135940\n  end_ms: 139220\n- text: Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  start_ms: 139220\n  end_ms: 141020\n- text: I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  start_ms: 141020\n  end_ms: 145480\n- text: Saw my first AK\n  start_ms: 145480\n  end_ms: 147270\n- text: I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  start_ms: 147270\n  end_ms: 150040\n- text: (What about New Orleans?) they need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  start_ms: 150040\n  end_ms: 153260\n- text: (New York City, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n  start_ms: 153260\n  end_ms: 156150\n- text: (Look at shorty, dog) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\n  start_ms: 156150\n  end_ms: 159440\n- text: He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  start_ms: 159440\n  end_ms: 162800\n- text: With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  start_ms: 162800\n  end_ms: 165860\n- text: So you wan' be a thug?\n  start_ms: 165860\n  end_ms: 167210\n- text: (To my thugs in Tampa) you wan' push drugs?\n  start_ms: 167210\n  end_ms: 170370\n- text: (To my thugs in Detroit) you want the cars and the videos?\n  start_ms: 170370\n  end_ms: 173030\n- text: (To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina)\n  start_ms: 173030\n  end_ms: 175380\n- text: Let me tell you how it really goes\n  start_ms: 175380\n  end_ms: 176210\n- text: The South, the dirtiest\n  start_ms: 176210\n  end_ms: 177740\n- text: Knew that it's not, you heard it is\n  start_ms: 177740\n  end_ms: 179620\n- text: Y'all are the prettiest, purtiest cats, never heard of a gat\n  start_ms: 179620\n  end_ms: 182310\n- text: I'm the crookedest cat, jux-man, I'ma took that (take that)\n  start_ms: 182310\n  end_ms: 185460\n- text: Get it, try to get it off, wholesale or cook that (cook -)\n  start_ms: 185460\n  end_ms: 188760\n- text: N-, I keeps plenty caps that I autograph attach\n  start_ms: 188760\n  end_ms: 192250\n- text: Huh, smack p- n-, they look to the back, huh\n  start_ms: 192250\n  end_ms: 195510\n- text: You shook of me, you knowing I leave you all bullet-y\n  start_ms: 195510\n  end_ms: 199070\n- text: I'm real-you like, \"How could he be?\"\n  start_ms: 199070\n  end_ms: 201220\n- text: It's like, Roddy Ville, Robin still, y'all better knew some\n  start_ms: 201220\n  end_ms: 204490\n- text: Act like you want some\n  start_ms: 204490\n  end_ms: 205030\n- text: I'ma come around the corner, cock back, spot you, and throw some\n  start_ms: 205030\n  end_ms: 207820\n- text: Most murderous verbalist, hurting, put burners to this\n  start_ms: 207820\n  end_ms: 210670\n- text: So Wyclef recruited me, Small World from the Norfclk\n  start_ms: 210670\n  end_ms: 214190\n- text: Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  start_ms: 214190\n  end_ms: 215500\n- text: I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  start_ms: 215500\n  end_ms: 220110\n- text: Saw my first AK\n  start_ms: 220110\n  end_ms: 222020\n- text: I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  start_ms: 222020\n  end_ms: 224820\n- text: (What about Uptown?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  start_ms: 224820\n  end_ms: 228000\n- text: Police are at the door, the magnum was by the ashtray (Little Haiti, y'all)\n  start_ms: 228000\n  end_ms: 231790\n- text: He 'bout to go out like Scarface (Jamaica)\n  start_ms: 231790\n  end_ms: 234160\n- text: He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  start_ms: 234160\n  end_ms: 237160\n- text: With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  start_ms: 237160\n  end_ms: 240340\n- text: So you wan' be a thug?\n  start_ms: 240340\n  end_ms: 241610\n- text: (To my thugs in ATL) you wan' push drugs?\n  start_ms: 241610\n  end_ms: 244970\n- text: (To my thugs living in Dallas) you want the cars and the videos?\n  start_ms: 244970\n  end_ms: 248010\n- text: (Thug angels in the Birmingham)\n  start_ms: 248010\n  end_ms: 249620\n- text: Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go\n  start_ms: 249620\n  end_ms: 251440\n- text: Watch out for the beasts\n  start_ms: 251440\n  end_ms: 254640\n- text: Watch out if you got a seed, homie\n  start_ms: 254640\n  end_ms: 257710\n- text: '''Cause you don''t want your kids growing up'\n  start_ms: 257710\n  end_ms: 260950\n- text: Thinkin' they never had no daddy\n  start_ms: 260950\n  end_ms: 264180\n- text: Big Pun, rest in peace, forever\n  start_ms: 264180\n  end_ms: 267340\n- text: Bronx, pour some liquor, ah!\n  start_ms: 267340\n  end_ms: 270770\n- text: Slang Ton, rest in peace (thug angels)\n  start_ms: 270770\n  end_ms: 272750\n- text: From the Outsidaz, pour some liquor, ah! (let's go)\n  start_ms: 272750\n  end_ms: 277890\n- text: Police is on the loose\n  start_ms: 277890\n  end_ms: 279820\n- text: Watch yourself, y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n  start_ms: 279820\n  end_ms: 284060\n- text: Ain't no pushing\n  start_ms: 284060\n  end_ms: 286570\n- text: Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up\n  start_ms: 286570\n  end_ms: 288850\n- text: Get yo' hands out my pocket!\n  start_ms: 288850\n  end_ms: 292160\n- text: Y'all know like I said on my last album\n  start_ms: 292160\n  end_ms: 294200\n- text: The record's not over yet\n  start_ms: 294200\n  end_ms: 299070\n- text: Back up, back up, back up\n  start_ms: 299070\n  end_ms: 305730\n- text: You nigga, you better turn music down! I call 911!\n  start_ms: 305730\n  end_ms: 311100\n- text: You gon' do what?\n  start_ms: 311100\n  end_ms: 313570\n- text: (Woy!) Yo, turn up your musics louder\n  start_ms: 313570\n  end_ms: 316550\n- text: (Woy!) All my people in the system Jeep\n  start_ms: 316550\n  end_ms: 319820\n- text: (Woy!) All my people going to school early in the morning\n  start_ms: 319820\n  end_ms: 322810\n- text: (Woy!) All my people in the college dorms, talk to them\n  start_ms: 322810\n  end_ms: 325550\n- text: Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  start_ms: 325550\n  end_ms: 329310\n- text: Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n  start_ms: 329310\n  end_ms: 332170\n- text: Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  start_ms: 332170\n  end_ms: 335510\n- text: Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n  start_ms: 335510\n  end_ms: 338260\n- text: (Woy!) BouleYard\n  start_ms: 338260\n  end_ms: 341680\n- text: (Woy!) Miami\n  start_ms: 341680\n  end_ms: 344490\n- text: (Woy!) Ayiti\n  start_ms: 344490\n  end_ms: 347870\n- text: (Woy!) All my people in the back, let me see your hands up\n  start_ms: 347870\n  end_ms: 350800\n- text: (Woy!) All my people in the front, let me see your hands up\n  start_ms: 350800\n  end_ms: 353730\n- text: (Woy!) We ain't gon' stop this CD, come on\n  start_ms: 353730\n  end_ms: 357110\n- text: (Woy!) Yo, I got up my man up in here, all the way from Haiti\n  start_ms: 357110\n  end_ms: 360110\n- text: (Woy!) He wanna talk to y'all, yo tell em that time is it, yo\n  start_ms: 360110\n  end_ms: 363180\n- text: Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  start_ms: 363180\n  end_ms: 366400\n- text: Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n  start_ms: 366400\n  end_ms: 369450\n- text: Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  start_ms: 369450\n  end_ms: 372550\n- text: Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n  start_ms: 372550\n  end_ms: 375650\n- text: (Woy!) Eastern Parkway\n  start_ms: 375650\n  end_ms: 378650\n- text: (Woy!) We gon' come see y'all (come on)\n  start_ms: 378650\n  end_ms: 381780\n- text: (Woy!) Everybody in the front, let me see those hands up\n  start_ms: 381780\n  end_ms: 384920\n- text: (Woy!) Aight, on the count of three, we gon' jump, come on\n  start_ms: 384920\n  end_ms: 387820\n- text: (Woy!) One, two\n  start_ms: 387820\n  end_ms: 391030\n- text: (Woy!) One, two, one, two, three, four\n  start_ms: 391030\n  end_ms: 394480\n- text: (Woy!)\n  start_ms: 394480\n  end_ms: 395930\nplain: |-\n  Refugees yo. all you say\n\n  Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  (New York city y'all) Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\n  He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\n  Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  To all my thugs in Houston\n  You wan' push drugs?\n  To all my thugs in Memphis\n  You want the cars in the videos?\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n  To the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n\n  I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n  Until I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\n  He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n  His face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\n  Now let me ask the truth or somethin '\n  Should I slow down and be a good camper?\n  I heard a young thug scream,\n  \"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\n  Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\n  Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\n  And get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\n  Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n  If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n  Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\n  Now I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\n  But you told me that crime pay\n  The Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n  He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\n  Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  To all my thugs in Chicago\n  You wan' push drugs?\n  To all my thugs in Orlando\n  You want the cars in the videos?\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n  To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n\n  So you a killa, how many people did you kill?\n  You a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\n  For'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\n  Yeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\n  You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\n  Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\n  It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\n  So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\n  At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  (New York City y'all) Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray\n  (Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  To my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\n  To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\n  To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\n  Let me tell you how it really goes\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  To my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\n  To my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\n  Thug Angels in the Birmingham\n  Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n\n  Watch out, for the beasts\n  Watch out, if you got a seed homie\n  Cause you don't want your kids growin up\n  Thinkin they never had no daddy\n  Big Pun, rest in peace forever\n  Bronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\n  Slang Tom, rest in peace\n  Police is in the news, watch yourself\n  Y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n  Yeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\n  You gon' do WHAT?\n  WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\n  WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\n  WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\n  WAIT! Eastern Parkway\n"},{"id":30390675,"name":"Thug Angels","trackName":"Thug Angels","artistName":"Wyclef Jean","albumName":"Ecleftic-2 Sides II a Book","duration":415.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Refugees yo. all you say\n\nDirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n(New York city y'all) Police are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\nHe bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\nUh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nAhh-ahh-ahh-\nTo all my thugs in Houston\nYou wan' push drugs?\nTo all my thugs in Memphis\nYou want the cars in the videos?\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\nTo the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n\nI'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\nUntil I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\nHe had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\nHis face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\nNow let me ask the truth or somethin '\nShould I slow down and be a good camper?\nI heard a young thug scream,\n\"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\nNow I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\nOr I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\nAnd get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\nOhh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\nIf I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\nCause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\nNow I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\nBut you told me that crime pay\nThe Dirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\nPolice are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\nHe bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\nUh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nAhh-ahh-ahh-\nTo all my thugs in Chicago\nYou wan' push drugs?\nTo all my thugs in Orlando\nYou want the cars in the videos?\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\nTo V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n\nSo you a killa, how many people did you kill?\nYou a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\nFor'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\nYeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\nYou're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\nHold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\nIt's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\nSo say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\nAt the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n(New York City y'all) Police are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray\n(Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nTo my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\nTo my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\nTo the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\nLet me tell you how it really goes\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nTo my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\nTo my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\nThug Angels in the Birmingham\nLet me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n\nWatch out, for the beasts\nWatch out, if you got a seed homie\nCause you don't want your kids growin up\nThinkin they never had no daddy\nBig Pun, rest in peace forever\nBronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\nSlang Tom, rest in peace\nPolice is in the news, watch yourself\nY'all saw what they did to Diallo\nYeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\nYou gon' do WHAT?\nWAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\nWAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\nWAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\nWAIT! Eastern Parkway","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.48] Refugees yo. all you say\n[00:03.33] Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n[00:04.91] I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n[00:08.02] Sold my first A-K\n[00:11.24] I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[00:14.06] (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n[00:17.23] (New York city y'all) Police are at the door\n[00:20.02] The Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\n[00:23.64] He bout to go out like Scarface\n[00:24.52] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[00:26.07] With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n[00:28.32] Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n[00:29.83] So you wanna be a thug?\n[00:30.84] Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n[00:31.19] To all my thugs in Houston\n[00:32.05] You wan' push drugs?\n[00:33.99] To all my thugs in Memphis\n[00:35.44] You want the cars in the videos?\n[00:35.59] Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n[00:36.18] {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n[00:36.59] Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n[00:36.88] To the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n[00:39.01] I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n[00:42.63] Until I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\n[00:46.07] He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n[00:48.97] His face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\n[00:52.47] Now let me ask the truth or somethin '\n[00:54.71] Should I slow down and be a good camper?\n[00:55.65] I heard a young thug scream,\n[00:57.22] \"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\n[00:58.48] Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\n[01:01.72] Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\n[01:03.96] And get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\n[01:05.48] Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n[01:08.03] If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n[01:11.20] Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\n[01:14.36] Now I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\n[01:16.36] But you told me that crime pay\n[01:17.21] The Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n[01:19.79] I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n[01:23.87] Sold my first A-K\n[01:25.49] I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[01:28.22] (What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\n[01:31.00] Police are at the door\n[01:32.93] The Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n[01:34.29] He bout to go out like Scarface\n[01:37.87] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[01:40.62] With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n[01:42.24] Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n[01:43.86] So you wanna be a thug?\n[01:45.10] Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n[01:45.71] To all my thugs in Chicago\n[01:47.74] You wan' push drugs?\n[01:48.61] To all my thugs in Orlando\n[01:50.15] You want the cars in the videos?\n[01:51.72] Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n[01:52.07] {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n[01:52.32] Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n[01:52.63] To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n[01:54.12] So you a killa, how many people did you kill?\n[01:57.94] You a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\n[02:00.71] For'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\n[02:03.64] Yeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\n[02:07.28] You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\n[02:09.90] Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\n[02:13.19] It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\n[02:16.29] So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\n[02:19.05] At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n[02:21.65] I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n[02:25.80] Sold my first A-K\n[02:27.35] I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[02:30.51] (What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n[02:32.49] (New York City y'all) Police are at the door\n[02:34.66] The Magnum was by the ashtray\n[02:36.53] (Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\n[02:39.92] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[02:43.04] With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n[02:44.69] {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n[02:45.25] Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n[02:47.19] {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n[02:47.74] Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n[02:48.05] So you wanna be a thug?\n[02:48.70] To my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\n[02:50.60] To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\n[02:52.76] To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\n[02:55.85] Let me tell you how it really goes\n[02:56.42] So you wanna be a thug?\n[02:58.04] To my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\n[03:01.17] To my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\n[03:02.35] Thug Angels in the Birmingham\n[03:03.55] Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n[03:04.51] Watch out, for the beasts\n[03:06.76] Watch out, if you got a seed homie\n[03:08.31] Cause you don't want your kids growin up\n[03:09.90] Thinkin they never had no daddy\n[03:10.26] Big Pun, rest in peace forever\n[03:11.48] Bronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\n[03:18.38] Slang Tom, rest in peace\n[03:19.32] Police is in the news, watch yourself\n[03:19.92] Y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n[03:20.87] Yeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\n[03:21.46] You gon' do WHAT?\n[03:22.05] WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\n[03:23.07] WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\n[03:26.21] WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\n[03:26.86] WAIT! Eastern Parkway\n[03:27.79] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thug Angels\n  artist: Wyclef Jean\n  album: Ecleftic-2 Sides II a Book\n  duration_ms: 415000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Refugees yo. all you say\n  start_ms: 1480\n  end_ms: 3330\n- text: Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  start_ms: 3330\n  end_ms: 4910\n- text: I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  start_ms: 4910\n  end_ms: 8020\n- text: Sold my first A-K\n  start_ms: 8020\n  end_ms: 11240\n- text: I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  start_ms: 11240\n  end_ms: 14060\n- text: (What about Texas?) 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My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\n  start_ms: 123640\n  end_ms: 127280\n- text: You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\n  start_ms: 127280\n  end_ms: 129900\n- text: Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\n  start_ms: 129900\n  end_ms: 133190\n- text: It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\n  start_ms: 133190\n  end_ms: 136290\n- text: So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\n  start_ms: 136290\n  end_ms: 139050\n- text: At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  start_ms: 139050\n  end_ms: 141650\n- text: I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  start_ms: 141650\n  end_ms: 145800\n- text: Sold my first A-K\n  start_ms: 145800\n  end_ms: 147350\n- text: I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  start_ms: 147350\n  end_ms: 150510\n- text: (What about New Orleans?) 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I call 911!\n  start_ms: 200870\n  end_ms: 201460\n- text: You gon' do WHAT?\n  start_ms: 201460\n  end_ms: 202050\n- text: WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\n  start_ms: 202050\n  end_ms: 203070\n- text: WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\n  start_ms: 203070\n  end_ms: 206210\n- text: WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\n  start_ms: 206210\n  end_ms: 206860\n- text: WAIT! Eastern Parkway\n  start_ms: 206860\n  end_ms: 207790\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 207790\nplain: |-\n  Refugees yo. all you say\n\n  Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  (New York city y'all) Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\n  He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\n  Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  To all my thugs in Houston\n  You wan' push drugs?\n  To all my thugs in Memphis\n  You want the cars in the videos?\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n  To the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n\n  I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n  Until I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\n  He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n  His face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\n  Now let me ask the truth or somethin '\n  Should I slow down and be a good camper?\n  I heard a young thug scream,\n  \"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\n  Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\n  Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\n  And get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\n  Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n  If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n  Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\n  Now I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\n  But you told me that crime pay\n  The Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n  He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\n  Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  To all my thugs in Chicago\n  You wan' push drugs?\n  To all my thugs in Orlando\n  You want the cars in the videos?\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n  To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n\n  So you a killa, how many people did you kill?\n  You a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\n  For'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\n  Yeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\n  You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\n  Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\n  It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\n  So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\n  At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  (New York City y'all) Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray\n  (Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  To my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\n  To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\n  To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\n  Let me tell you how it really goes\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  To my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\n  To my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\n  Thug Angels in the Birmingham\n  Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n\n  Watch out, for the beasts\n  Watch out, if you got a seed homie\n  Cause you don't want your kids growin up\n  Thinkin they never had no daddy\n  Big Pun, rest in peace forever\n  Bronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\n  Slang Tom, rest in peace\n  Police is in the news, watch yourself\n  Y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n  Yeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\n  You gon' do WHAT?\n  WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\n  WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\n  WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\n  WAIT! Eastern Parkway\n"},{"id":29516333,"name":"Thug Angels","trackName":"Thug Angels","artistName":"Wyclef Jean","albumName":"Ecleftic: 2 Sides To A Book","duration":405.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Refugees yo. all you say\n\nDirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n(New York city y'all) Police are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\nHe bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\nUh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nAhh-ahh-ahh-\nTo all my thugs in Houston\nYou wan' push drugs?\nTo all my thugs in Memphis\nYou want the cars in the videos?\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\nTo the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n\nI'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\nUntil I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\nHe had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\nHis face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\nNow let me ask the truth or somethin '\nShould I slow down and be a good camper?\nI heard a young thug scream,\n\"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\nNow I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\nOr I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\nAnd get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\nOhh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\nIf I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\nCause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\nNow I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\nBut you told me that crime pay\nThe Dirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\nPolice are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\nHe bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\nUh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nAhh-ahh-ahh-\nTo all my thugs in Chicago\nYou wan' push drugs?\nTo all my thugs in Orlando\nYou want the cars in the videos?\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\nTo V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n\nSo you a killa, how many people did you kill?\nYou a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\nFor'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\nYeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\nYou're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\nHold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\nIt's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\nSo say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\nAt the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n(New York City y'all) Police are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray\n(Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nTo my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\nTo my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\nTo the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\nLet me tell you how it really goes\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nTo my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\nTo my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\nThug Angels in the Birmingham\nLet me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n\nWatch out, for the beasts\nWatch out, if you got a seed homie\nCause you don't want your kids growin up\nThinkin they never had no daddy\nBig Pun, rest in peace forever\nBronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\nSlang Tom, rest in peace\nPolice is in the news, watch yourself\nY'all saw what they did to Diallo\nYeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\nYou gon' do WHAT?\nWAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\nWAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\nWAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\nWAIT! Eastern Parkway","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.48] Refugees yo. all you say\n[00:03.33] Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n[00:04.91] I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n[00:08.02] Sold my first A-K\n[00:11.24] I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[00:14.06] (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n[00:17.23] (New York city y'all) Police are at the door\n[00:20.02] The Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\n[00:23.64] He bout to go out like Scarface\n[00:24.52] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[00:26.07] With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n[00:28.32] Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n[00:29.83] So you wanna be a thug?\n[00:30.84] Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n[00:31.19] To all my thugs in Houston\n[00:32.05] You wan' push drugs?\n[00:33.99] To all my thugs in Memphis\n[00:35.44] You want the cars in the videos?\n[00:35.59] Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n[00:36.18] {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n[00:36.59] Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n[00:36.88] To the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n[00:39.01] I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n[00:42.63] Until I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\n[00:46.07] He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n[00:48.97] His face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\n[00:52.47] Now let me ask the truth or somethin '\n[00:54.71] Should I slow down and be a good camper?\n[00:55.65] I heard a young thug scream,\n[00:57.22] \"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\n[00:58.48] Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\n[01:01.72] Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\n[01:03.96] And get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\n[01:05.48] Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n[01:08.03] If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n[01:11.20] Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\n[01:14.36] Now I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\n[01:16.36] But you told me that crime pay\n[01:17.21] The Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n[01:19.79] I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n[01:23.87] Sold my first A-K\n[01:25.49] I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[01:28.22] (What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\n[01:31.00] Police are at the door\n[01:32.93] The Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n[01:34.29] He bout to go out like Scarface\n[01:37.87] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[01:40.62] With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n[01:42.24] Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n[01:43.86] So you wanna be a thug?\n[01:45.10] Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n[01:45.71] To all my thugs in Chicago\n[01:47.74] You wan' push drugs?\n[01:48.61] To all my thugs in Orlando\n[01:50.15] You want the cars in the videos?\n[01:51.72] Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n[01:52.07] {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n[01:52.32] Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n[01:52.63] To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n[01:54.12] So you a killa, how many people did you kill?\n[01:57.94] You a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\n[02:00.71] For'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\n[02:03.64] Yeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\n[02:07.28] You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\n[02:09.90] Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\n[02:13.19] It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\n[02:16.29] So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\n[02:19.05] At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n[02:21.65] I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n[02:25.80] Sold my first A-K\n[02:27.35] I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[02:30.51] (What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n[02:32.49] (New York City y'all) Police are at the door\n[02:34.66] The Magnum was by the ashtray\n[02:36.53] (Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\n[02:39.92] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[02:43.04] With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n[02:44.69] {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n[02:45.25] Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n[02:47.19] {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n[02:47.74] Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n[02:48.05] So you wanna be a thug?\n[02:48.70] To my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\n[02:50.60] To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\n[02:52.76] To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\n[02:55.85] Let me tell you how it really goes\n[02:56.42] So you wanna be a thug?\n[02:58.04] To my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\n[03:01.17] To my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\n[03:02.35] Thug Angels in the Birmingham\n[03:03.55] Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n[03:04.51] Watch out, for the beasts\n[03:06.76] Watch out, if you got a seed homie\n[03:08.31] Cause you don't want your kids growin up\n[03:09.90] Thinkin they never had no daddy\n[03:10.26] Big Pun, rest in peace forever\n[03:11.48] Bronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\n[03:18.38] Slang Tom, rest in peace\n[03:19.32] Police is in the news, watch yourself\n[03:19.92] Y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n[03:20.87] Yeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\n[03:21.46] You gon' do WHAT?\n[03:22.05] WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\n[03:23.07] WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\n[03:26.21] WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\n[03:26.86] WAIT! Eastern Parkway\n[03:27.79] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thug Angels\n  artist: Wyclef Jean\n  album: 'Ecleftic: 2 Sides To A Book'\n  duration_ms: 405000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Refugees yo. all you say\n  start_ms: 1480\n  end_ms: 3330\n- text: Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  start_ms: 3330\n  end_ms: 4910\n- text: I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  start_ms: 4910\n  end_ms: 8020\n- text: Sold my first A-K\n  start_ms: 8020\n  end_ms: 11240\n- text: I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  start_ms: 11240\n  end_ms: 14060\n- text: (What about Texas?) 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My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\n  start_ms: 123640\n  end_ms: 127280\n- text: You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\n  start_ms: 127280\n  end_ms: 129900\n- text: Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\n  start_ms: 129900\n  end_ms: 133190\n- text: It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\n  start_ms: 133190\n  end_ms: 136290\n- text: So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\n  start_ms: 136290\n  end_ms: 139050\n- text: At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  start_ms: 139050\n  end_ms: 141650\n- text: I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  start_ms: 141650\n  end_ms: 145800\n- text: Sold my first A-K\n  start_ms: 145800\n  end_ms: 147350\n- text: I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  start_ms: 147350\n  end_ms: 150510\n- text: (What about New Orleans?) 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I call 911!\n  start_ms: 200870\n  end_ms: 201460\n- text: You gon' do WHAT?\n  start_ms: 201460\n  end_ms: 202050\n- text: WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\n  start_ms: 202050\n  end_ms: 203070\n- text: WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\n  start_ms: 203070\n  end_ms: 206210\n- text: WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\n  start_ms: 206210\n  end_ms: 206860\n- text: WAIT! Eastern Parkway\n  start_ms: 206860\n  end_ms: 207790\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 207790\nplain: |-\n  Refugees yo. all you say\n\n  Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  (New York city y'all) Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\n  He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\n  Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  To all my thugs in Houston\n  You wan' push drugs?\n  To all my thugs in Memphis\n  You want the cars in the videos?\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n  To the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n\n  I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n  Until I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\n  He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n  His face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\n  Now let me ask the truth or somethin '\n  Should I slow down and be a good camper?\n  I heard a young thug scream,\n  \"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\n  Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\n  Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\n  And get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\n  Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n  If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n  Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\n  Now I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\n  But you told me that crime pay\n  The Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n  He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\n  Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  To all my thugs in Chicago\n  You wan' push drugs?\n  To all my thugs in Orlando\n  You want the cars in the videos?\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n  To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n\n  So you a killa, how many people did you kill?\n  You a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\n  For'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\n  Yeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\n  You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\n  Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\n  It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\n  So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\n  At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  (New York City y'all) Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray\n  (Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  To my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\n  To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\n  To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\n  Let me tell you how it really goes\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  To my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\n  To my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\n  Thug Angels in the Birmingham\n  Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n\n  Watch out, for the beasts\n  Watch out, if you got a seed homie\n  Cause you don't want your kids growin up\n  Thinkin they never had no daddy\n  Big Pun, rest in peace forever\n  Bronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\n  Slang Tom, rest in peace\n  Police is in the news, watch yourself\n  Y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n  Yeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\n  You gon' do WHAT?\n  WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\n  WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\n  WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\n  WAIT! Eastern Parkway\n"},{"id":29920304,"name":"Thug Angels","trackName":"Thug Angels","artistName":"Wyclef Jean","albumName":"Ecleftic","duration":398.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Refugees yo. all you say\n\nDirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n(New York city y'all) Police are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\nHe bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\nUh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nAhh-ahh-ahh-\nTo all my thugs in Houston\nYou wan' push drugs?\nTo all my thugs in Memphis\nYou want the cars in the videos?\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\nTo the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n\nI'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\nUntil I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\nHe had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\nHis face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\nNow let me ask the truth or somethin '\nShould I slow down and be a good camper?\nI heard a young thug scream,\n\"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\nNow I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\nOr I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\nAnd get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\nOhh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\nIf I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\nCause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\nNow I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\nBut you told me that crime pay\nThe Dirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\nPolice are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\nHe bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\nUh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nAhh-ahh-ahh-\nTo all my thugs in Chicago\nYou wan' push drugs?\nTo all my thugs in Orlando\nYou want the cars in the videos?\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\nTo V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n\nSo you a killa, how many people did you kill?\nYou a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\nFor'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\nYeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\nYou're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\nHold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\nIt's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\nSo say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\nAt the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n(New York City y'all) Police are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray\n(Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nTo my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\nTo my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\nTo the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\nLet me tell you how it really goes\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nTo my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\nTo my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\nThug Angels in the Birmingham\nLet me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n\nWatch out, for the beasts\nWatch out, if you got a seed homie\nCause you don't want your kids growin up\nThinkin they never had no daddy\nBig Pun, rest in peace forever\nBronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\nSlang Tom, rest in peace\nPolice is in the news, watch yourself\nY'all saw what they did to Diallo\nYeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\nYou gon' do WHAT?\nWAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\nWAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\nWAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\nWAIT! Eastern Parkway","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.48] Refugees yo. all you say\n[00:03.33] Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n[00:04.91] I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n[00:08.02] Sold my first A-K\n[00:11.24] I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[00:14.06] (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n[00:17.23] (New York city y'all) Police are at the door\n[00:20.02] The Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\n[00:23.64] He bout to go out like Scarface\n[00:24.52] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[00:26.07] With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n[00:28.32] Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n[00:29.83] So you wanna be a thug?\n[00:30.84] Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n[00:31.19] To all my thugs in Houston\n[00:32.05] You wan' push drugs?\n[00:33.99] To all my thugs in Memphis\n[00:35.44] You want the cars in the videos?\n[00:35.59] Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n[00:36.18] {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n[00:36.59] Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n[00:36.88] To the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n[00:39.01] I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n[00:42.63] Until I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\n[00:46.07] He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n[00:48.97] His face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\n[00:52.47] Now let me ask the truth or somethin '\n[00:54.71] Should I slow down and be a good camper?\n[00:55.65] I heard a young thug scream,\n[00:57.22] \"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\n[00:58.48] Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\n[01:01.72] Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\n[01:03.96] And get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\n[01:05.48] Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n[01:08.03] If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n[01:11.20] Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\n[01:14.36] Now I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\n[01:16.36] But you told me that crime pay\n[01:17.21] The Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n[01:19.79] I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n[01:23.87] Sold my first A-K\n[01:25.49] I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[01:28.22] (What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\n[01:31.00] Police are at the door\n[01:32.93] The Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n[01:34.29] He bout to go out like Scarface\n[01:37.87] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[01:40.62] With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n[01:42.24] Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n[01:43.86] So you wanna be a thug?\n[01:45.10] Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n[01:45.71] To all my thugs in Chicago\n[01:47.74] You wan' push drugs?\n[01:48.61] To all my thugs in Orlando\n[01:50.15] You want the cars in the videos?\n[01:51.72] Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n[01:52.07] {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n[01:52.32] Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n[01:52.63] To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n[01:54.12] So you a killa, how many people did you kill?\n[01:57.94] You a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\n[02:00.71] For'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\n[02:03.64] Yeah right! 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They need to chill with the gun play\n[02:32.49] (New York City y'all) Police are at the door\n[02:34.66] The Magnum was by the ashtray\n[02:36.53] (Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\n[02:39.92] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[02:43.04] With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n[02:44.69] {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n[02:45.25] Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n[02:47.19] {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n[02:47.74] Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n[02:48.05] So you wanna be a thug?\n[02:48.70] To my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\n[02:50.60] To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\n[02:52.76] To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\n[02:55.85] Let me tell you how it really goes\n[02:56.42] So you wanna be a thug?\n[02:58.04] To my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\n[03:01.17] To my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\n[03:02.35] Thug Angels in the Birmingham\n[03:03.55] Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n[03:04.51] Watch out, for the beasts\n[03:06.76] Watch out, if you got a seed homie\n[03:08.31] Cause you don't want your kids growin up\n[03:09.90] Thinkin they never had no daddy\n[03:10.26] Big Pun, rest in peace forever\n[03:11.48] Bronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\n[03:18.38] Slang Tom, rest in peace\n[03:19.32] Police is in the news, watch yourself\n[03:19.92] Y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n[03:20.87] Yeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\n[03:21.46] You gon' do WHAT?\n[03:22.05] WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\n[03:23.07] WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\n[03:26.21] WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\n[03:26.86] WAIT! Eastern Parkway\n[03:27.79] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thug Angels\n  artist: Wyclef Jean\n  album: Ecleftic\n  duration_ms: 398000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Refugees yo. all you say\n  start_ms: 1480\n  end_ms: 3330\n- text: Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  start_ms: 3330\n  end_ms: 4910\n- text: I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  start_ms: 4910\n  end_ms: 8020\n- text: Sold my first A-K\n  start_ms: 8020\n  end_ms: 11240\n- text: I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  start_ms: 11240\n  end_ms: 14060\n- text: (What about Texas?) 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My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\n  start_ms: 123640\n  end_ms: 127280\n- text: You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\n  start_ms: 127280\n  end_ms: 129900\n- text: Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\n  start_ms: 129900\n  end_ms: 133190\n- text: It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\n  start_ms: 133190\n  end_ms: 136290\n- text: So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\n  start_ms: 136290\n  end_ms: 139050\n- text: At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  start_ms: 139050\n  end_ms: 141650\n- text: I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  start_ms: 141650\n  end_ms: 145800\n- text: Sold my first A-K\n  start_ms: 145800\n  end_ms: 147350\n- text: I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  start_ms: 147350\n  end_ms: 150510\n- text: (What about New Orleans?) 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I call 911!\n  start_ms: 200870\n  end_ms: 201460\n- text: You gon' do WHAT?\n  start_ms: 201460\n  end_ms: 202050\n- text: WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\n  start_ms: 202050\n  end_ms: 203070\n- text: WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\n  start_ms: 203070\n  end_ms: 206210\n- text: WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\n  start_ms: 206210\n  end_ms: 206860\n- text: WAIT! Eastern Parkway\n  start_ms: 206860\n  end_ms: 207790\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 207790\nplain: |-\n  Refugees yo. all you say\n\n  Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  (New York city y'all) Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\n  He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\n  Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  To all my thugs in Houston\n  You wan' push drugs?\n  To all my thugs in Memphis\n  You want the cars in the videos?\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n  To the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n\n  I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n  Until I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\n  He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n  His face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\n  Now let me ask the truth or somethin '\n  Should I slow down and be a good camper?\n  I heard a young thug scream,\n  \"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\n  Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\n  Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\n  And get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\n  Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n  If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n  Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\n  Now I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\n  But you told me that crime pay\n  The Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n  He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\n  Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  To all my thugs in Chicago\n  You wan' push drugs?\n  To all my thugs in Orlando\n  You want the cars in the videos?\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n  To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n\n  So you a killa, how many people did you kill?\n  You a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\n  For'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\n  Yeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\n  You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\n  Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\n  It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\n  So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\n  At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  (New York City y'all) Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray\n  (Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  To my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\n  To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\n  To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\n  Let me tell you how it really goes\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  To my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\n  To my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\n  Thug Angels in the Birmingham\n  Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n\n  Watch out, for the beasts\n  Watch out, if you got a seed homie\n  Cause you don't want your kids growin up\n  Thinkin they never had no daddy\n  Big Pun, rest in peace forever\n  Bronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\n  Slang Tom, rest in peace\n  Police is in the news, watch yourself\n  Y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n  Yeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\n  You gon' do WHAT?\n  WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\n  WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\n  WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\n  WAIT! Eastern Parkway\n"},{"id":19845958,"name":"Thug Angels","trackName":"Thug Angels","artistName":"Wyclef Jean","albumName":"Ecleftic","duration":405.010437,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Refugees yo. all you say\n\nDirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n(New York city y'all) Police are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\nHe bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\nUh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nAhh-ahh-ahh-\nTo all my thugs in Houston\nYou wan' push drugs?\nTo all my thugs in Memphis\nYou want the cars in the videos?\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\nTo the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n\nI'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\nUntil I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\nHe had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\nHis face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\nNow let me ask the truth or somethin '\nShould I slow down and be a good camper?\nI heard a young thug scream,\n\"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\nNow I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\nOr I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\nAnd get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\nOhh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\nIf I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\nCause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\nNow I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\nBut you told me that crime pay\nThe Dirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\nPolice are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\nHe bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\nUh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nAhh-ahh-ahh-\nTo all my thugs in Chicago\nYou wan' push drugs?\nTo all my thugs in Orlando\nYou want the cars in the videos?\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\nTo V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n\nSo you a killa, how many people did you kill?\nYou a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\nFor'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\nYeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\nYou're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\nHold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\nIt's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\nSo say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\nAt the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n(New York City y'all) Police are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray\n(Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nTo my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\nTo my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\nTo the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\nLet me tell you how it really goes\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nTo my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\nTo my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\nThug Angels in the Birmingham\nLet me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n\nWatch out, for the beasts\nWatch out, if you got a seed homie\nCause you don't want your kids growin up\nThinkin they never had no daddy\nBig Pun, rest in peace forever\nBronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\nSlang Tom, rest in peace\nPolice is in the news, watch yourself\nY'all saw what they did to Diallo\nYeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\nYou gon' do WHAT?\nWAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\nWAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\nWAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\nWAIT! Eastern Parkway","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thug Angels\n  artist: Wyclef Jean\n  album: Ecleftic\n  duration_ms: 405010\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Refugees yo. all you say\n\n  Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  (New York city y'all) Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\n  He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\n  Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  To all my thugs in Houston\n  You wan' push drugs?\n  To all my thugs in Memphis\n  You want the cars in the videos?\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n  To the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n\n  I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n  Until I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\n  He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n  His face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\n  Now let me ask the truth or somethin '\n  Should I slow down and be a good camper?\n  I heard a young thug scream,\n  \"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\n  Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\n  Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\n  And get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\n  Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n  If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n  Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\n  Now I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\n  But you told me that crime pay\n  The Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n  He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\n  Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  To all my thugs in Chicago\n  You wan' push drugs?\n  To all my thugs in Orlando\n  You want the cars in the videos?\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n  To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n\n  So you a killa, how many people did you kill?\n  You a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\n  For'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\n  Yeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\n  You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\n  Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\n  It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\n  So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\n  At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  (New York City y'all) Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray\n  (Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  To my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\n  To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\n  To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\n  Let me tell you how it really goes\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  To my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\n  To my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\n  Thug Angels in the Birmingham\n  Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n\n  Watch out, for the beasts\n  Watch out, if you got a seed homie\n  Cause you don't want your kids growin up\n  Thinkin they never had no daddy\n  Big Pun, rest in peace forever\n  Bronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\n  Slang Tom, rest in peace\n  Police is in the news, watch yourself\n  Y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n  Yeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\n  You gon' do WHAT?\n  WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\n  WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\n  WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\n  WAIT! Eastern Parkway\n"},{"id":18658580,"name":"Thug Angels","trackName":"Thug Angels","artistName":"Wyclef Jean","albumName":"Ecleftic-2 Sides II a Book","duration":395.911837,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Refugees, yo, all you say\n\nDirty, Dirty, Dirty South\nI used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\nSaw my first AK\nI saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n(New York city, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n(Look at shorty y'all) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n\nWith thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\nSo you wanna be a thug?\n(To all my thugs in Houston) you wan' push drugs?\n(To all my thugs in Memphis) you want the cars and the videos?\n(To the Jacksonville thug angels) let me tell you how it really goes\n\nI'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\nUntil I heard, \"Woop-woop!\", that \"Sound of Da Police,\" should I pull over? (Let's go)\nHe had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\nHis face was pale and long, he looked like cold day in December\n\nNow let me ask the trooper something, \"Should I slow down and be a good camper?\" (Uh-huh)\nI heard a young thug scream, \"It depends what you got in the Bimmer!\"\nNow I got two choices, I could blast him and become most wanted in America\nOr I could slow down like the man in the Bronco and get Johnnie Cochran to be my lawyer\n\nOh, Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\nIf I get locked up, I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n'Cause this a Saturday, and it's a holiday\nNow I gotta spend a weekend in the South in jail\nBut you told me that crime paid in the\n\nDirty, Dirty, Dirty South\nI used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\nSaw my first AK (uh-huh)\nI saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\nWhat about Brooklyn? (Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)\nThey need to chill with the gunplay, hey\nPolice are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\nHe 'bout to go out like Scarface (hey)\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n\nWith thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\nSo you wan' be a thug?\n(My thugs in Chicago) you wan' push drugs?\n(My thugs in Orlando) you want the cars and the videos?\n(To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami)\n\nSo you a killer, how many people did you kill?\nYou a dealer, how many drugs did you deal-uh?\nFor real-uh, used to sell crack on the hill-uh\nYeah, right! My name is Elvis, and your wife is Priscilla\nYou're an actor, you need a part in this thriller\nHold up, ain't no need to bust your four-fif'-uh\nIt's two of us, one of us is bound to leave here in a coma\nSo say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker at the\n\nDirty, Dirty, Dirty South\nI used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\nSaw my first AK\nI saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about New Orleans?) they need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n(New York City, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n(Look at shorty, dog) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n\nWith thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\nSo you wan' be a thug?\n(To my thugs in Tampa) you wan' push drugs?\n(To my thugs in Detroit) you want the cars and the videos?\n(To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina)\nLet me tell you how it really goes\n\nThe South, the dirtiest\nKnew that it's not, you heard it is\nY'all are the prettiest, purtiest cats, never heard of a gat\nI'm the crookedest cat, jux-man, I'ma took that (take that)\nGet it, try to get it off, wholesale or cook that (cook -)\nN-, I keeps plenty caps that I autograph attach\nHuh, smack p- n-, they look to the back, huh\n\nYou shook of me, you knowing I leave you all bullet-y\nI'm real-you like, \"How could he be?\"\nIt's like, Roddy Ville, Robin still, y'all better knew some\nAct like you want some\nI'ma come around the corner, cock back, spot you, and throw some\nMost murderous verbalist, hurting, put burners to this\nSo Wyclef recruited me, Small World from the Norfclk\n\nDirty, Dirty, Dirty South\nI used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\nSaw my first AK\nI saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Uptown?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\nPolice are at the door, the magnum was by the ashtray (Little Haiti, y'all)\nHe 'bout to go out like Scarface (Jamaica)\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n\nWith thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\nSo you wan' be a thug?\n(To my thugs in ATL) you wan' push drugs?\n(To my thugs living in Dallas) you want the cars and the videos?\n(Thug angels in the Birmingham)\nLet me tell you how it really goes, let's go\n\nWatch out for the beasts\nWatch out if you got a seed, homie\n'Cause you don't want your kids growing up\nThinkin' they never had no daddy\n\nBig Pun, rest in peace, forever\nBronx, pour some liquor, ah!\nSlang Ton, rest in peace (thug angels)\nFrom the Outsidaz, pour some liquor, ah! (let's go)\nPolice is on the loose\nWatch yourself, y'all saw what they did to Diallo\nAin't no pushing\nBack up, back up, back up, back up, back up\nGet yo' hands out my pocket!\nY'all know like I said on my last album\nThe record's not over yet\nBack up, back up, back up\n\nYou nigga, you better turn music down! I call 911!\nYou gon' do what?\n\n(Woy!) Yo, turn up your musics louder\n(Woy!) All my people in the system Jeep\n(Woy!) All my people going to school early in the morning\n(Woy!) All my people in the college dorms, talk to them\n\nGrenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\nAswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\nGrenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\nAswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n\n(Woy!) BouleYard\n(Woy!) Miami\n(Woy!) Ayiti\n(Woy!) All my people in the back, let me see your hands up\n(Woy!) All my people in the front, let me see your hands up\n(Woy!) We ain't gon' stop this CD, come on\n(Woy!) Yo, I got up my man up in here, all the way from Haiti\n(Woy!) He wanna talk to y'all, yo tell em that time is it, yo\n\nGrenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\nAswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\nGrenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\nAswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n\n(Woy!) Eastern Parkway\n(Woy!) We gon' come see y'all (come on)\n(Woy!) Everybody in the front, let me see those hands up\n(Woy!) Aight, on the count of three, we gon' jump, come on\n(Woy!) One, two\n(Woy!) One, two, one, two, three, four\n(Woy!)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.26] Refugees, yo, all you say\n[00:02.91] Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n[00:04.58] I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n[00:09.04] Saw my first AK\n[00:10.70] I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[00:13.47] (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n[00:16.55] (New York city, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n[00:19.52] (Look at shorty y'all) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\n[00:22.81] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[00:26.16] With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n[00:29.12] So you wanna be a thug?\n[00:30.68] (To all my thugs in Houston) you wan' push drugs?\n[00:33.02] (To all my thugs in Memphis) you want the cars and the videos?\n[00:36.47] (To the Jacksonville thug angels) let me tell you how it really goes\n[00:39.79] I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n[00:42.60] Until I heard, \"Woop-woop!\", that \"Sound of Da Police,\" should I pull over? (Let's go)\n[00:45.98] He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n[00:49.00] His face was pale and long, he looked like cold day in December\n[00:52.23] Now let me ask the trooper something, \"Should I slow down and be a good camper?\" (Uh-huh)\n[00:55.42] I heard a young thug scream, \"It depends what you got in the Bimmer!\"\n[00:58.22] Now I got two choices, I could blast him and become most wanted in America\n[01:01.59] Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco and get Johnnie Cochran to be my lawyer\n[01:05.21] Oh, Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n[01:08.26] If I get locked up, I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n[01:11.56] 'Cause this a Saturday, and it's a holiday\n[01:14.56] Now I gotta spend a weekend in the South in jail\n[01:16.15] But you told me that crime paid in the\n[01:17.48] Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n[01:19.02] I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n[01:23.62] Saw my first AK (uh-huh)\n[01:25.54] I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[01:28.29] What about Brooklyn? (Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)\n[01:29.64] They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n[01:31.61] Police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n[01:35.53] He 'bout to go out like Scarface (hey)\n[01:37.44] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[01:40.69] With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n[01:43.67] So you wan' be a thug?\n[01:44.35] (My thugs in Chicago) you wan' push drugs?\n[01:47.99] (My thugs in Orlando) you want the cars and the videos?\n[01:51.44] (To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami)\n[01:54.17] So you a killer, how many people did you kill?\n[01:57.56] You a dealer, how many drugs did you deal-uh?\n[02:00.76] For real-uh, used to sell crack on the hill-uh\n[02:03.73] Yeah, right! My name is Elvis, and your wife is Priscilla\n[02:06.86] You're an actor, you need a part in this thriller\n[02:09.75] Hold up, ain't no need to bust your four-fif'-uh\n[02:13.30] It's two of us, one of us is bound to leave here in a coma\n[02:15.96] So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker at the\n[02:19.27] Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n[02:21.01] I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n[02:25.49] Saw my first AK\n[02:27.26] I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[02:30.01] (What about New Orleans?) they need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n[02:33.24] (New York City, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n[02:36.12] (Look at shorty, dog) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\n[02:39.47] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[02:42.80] With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n[02:45.80] So you wan' be a thug?\n[02:47.29] (To my thugs in Tampa) you wan' push drugs?\n[02:50.32] (To my thugs in Detroit) you want the cars and the videos?\n[02:53.04] (To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina)\n[02:55.39] Let me tell you how it really goes\n[02:56.26] The South, the dirtiest\n[02:57.75] Knew that it's not, you heard it is\n[02:59.61] Y'all are the prettiest, purtiest cats, never heard of a gat\n[03:02.39] I'm the crookedest cat, jux-man, I'ma took that (take that)\n[03:05.43] Get it, try to get it off, wholesale or cook that (cook -)\n[03:08.79] N-, I keeps plenty caps that I autograph attach\n[03:12.25] Huh, smack p- n-, they look to the back, huh\n[03:15.53] You shook of me, you knowing I leave you all bullet-y\n[03:19.02] I'm real-you like, \"How could he be?\"\n[03:21.22] It's like, Roddy Ville, Robin still, y'all better knew some\n[03:24.49] Act like you want some\n[03:25.07] I'ma come around the corner, cock back, spot you, and throw some\n[03:27.85] Most murderous verbalist, hurting, put burners to this\n[03:30.65] So Wyclef recruited me, Small World from the Norfclk\n[03:34.12] Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n[03:35.56] I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n[03:40.10] Saw my first AK\n[03:42.08] I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[03:44.86] (What about Uptown?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n[03:48.09] Police are at the door, the magnum was by the ashtray (Little Haiti, y'all)\n[03:51.75] He 'bout to go out like Scarface (Jamaica)\n[03:54.19] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[03:57.12] With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n[04:00.36] So you wan' be a thug?\n[04:01.66] (To my thugs in ATL) you wan' push drugs?\n[04:04.92] (To my thugs living in Dallas) you want the cars and the videos?\n[04:08.06] (Thug angels in the Birmingham)\n[04:09.66] Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go\n[04:11.43] Watch out for the beasts\n[04:14.69] Watch out if you got a seed, homie\n[04:17.34] 'Cause you don't want your kids growing up\n[04:20.59] Thinkin' they never had no daddy\n[04:24.12] Big Pun, rest in peace, forever\n[04:27.34] Bronx, pour some liquor, ah!\n[04:30.78] Slang Ton, rest in peace (thug angels)\n[04:32.76] From the Outsidaz, pour some liquor, ah! (let's go)\n[04:37.83] Police is on the loose\n[04:39.83] Watch yourself, y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n[04:44.08] Ain't no pushing\n[04:46.55] Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up\n[04:48.85] Get yo' hands out my pocket!\n[04:52.17] Y'all know like I said on my last album\n[04:54.22] The record's not over yet\n[04:59.02] Back up, back up, back up\n[05:05.72] You nigga, you better turn music down! I call 911!\n[05:11.14] You gon' do what?\n[05:13.57] (Woy!) Yo, turn up your musics louder\n[05:16.52] (Woy!) All my people in the system Jeep\n[05:19.82] (Woy!) All my people going to school early in the morning\n[05:22.84] (Woy!) All my people in the college dorms, talk to them\n[05:25.52] Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n[05:29.37] Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n[05:32.12] Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n[05:35.53] Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n[05:38.24] (Woy!) BouleYard\n[05:41.69] (Woy!) Miami\n[05:44.46] (Woy!) Ayiti\n[05:47.80] (Woy!) All my people in the back, let me see your hands up\n[05:50.84] (Woy!) All my people in the front, let me see your hands up\n[05:53.79] (Woy!) We ain't gon' stop this CD, come on\n[05:57.17] (Woy!) Yo, I got up my man up in here, all the way from Haiti\n[06:00.19] (Woy!) He wanna talk to y'all, yo tell em that time is it, yo\n[06:03.19] Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n[06:06.41] Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n[06:09.44] Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n[06:12.57] Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n[06:15.66] (Woy!) Eastern Parkway\n[06:18.66] (Woy!) We gon' come see y'all (come on)\n[06:21.72] (Woy!) Everybody in the front, let me see those hands up\n[06:24.95] (Woy!) Aight, on the count of three, we gon' jump, come on\n[06:27.82] (Woy!) One, two\n[06:31.07] (Woy!) One, two, one, two, three, four\n[06:34.42] (Woy!)\n[06:35.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thug Angels\n  artist: Wyclef Jean\n  album: Ecleftic-2 Sides II a Book\n  duration_ms: 395912\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Refugees, yo, all you say\n  start_ms: 260\n  end_ms: 2910\n- text: Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  start_ms: 2910\n  end_ms: 4580\n- text: I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  start_ms: 4580\n  end_ms: 9040\n- text: Saw my first AK\n  start_ms: 9040\n  end_ms: 10700\n- text: I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  start_ms: 10700\n  end_ms: 13470\n- text: (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  start_ms: 13470\n  end_ms: 16550\n- text: (New York city, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n  start_ms: 16550\n  end_ms: 19520\n- text: (Look at shorty y'all) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\n  start_ms: 19520\n  end_ms: 22810\n- text: He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  start_ms: 22810\n  end_ms: 26160\n- text: With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  start_ms: 26160\n  end_ms: 29120\n- text: So you wanna be a thug?\n  start_ms: 29120\n  end_ms: 30680\n- text: (To all my thugs in Houston) you wan' push drugs?\n  start_ms: 30680\n  end_ms: 33020\n- text: (To all my thugs in Memphis) you want the cars and the videos?\n  start_ms: 33020\n  end_ms: 36470\n- text: (To the Jacksonville thug angels) let me tell you how it really goes\n  start_ms: 36470\n  end_ms: 39790\n- text: I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n  start_ms: 39790\n  end_ms: 42600\n- text: Until I heard, \"Woop-woop!\", that \"Sound of Da Police,\" should I pull over? (Let's go)\n  start_ms: 42600\n  end_ms: 45980\n- text: He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n  start_ms: 45980\n  end_ms: 49000\n- text: His face was pale and long, he looked like cold day in December\n  start_ms: 49000\n  end_ms: 52230\n- text: Now let me ask the trooper something, \"Should I slow down and be a good camper?\" (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 52230\n  end_ms: 55420\n- text: I heard a young thug scream, \"It depends what you got in the Bimmer!\"\n  start_ms: 55420\n  end_ms: 58220\n- text: Now I got two choices, I could blast him and become most wanted in America\n  start_ms: 58220\n  end_ms: 61590\n- text: Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco and get Johnnie Cochran to be my lawyer\n  start_ms: 61590\n  end_ms: 65210\n- text: Oh, Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n  start_ms: 65210\n  end_ms: 68260\n- text: If I get locked up, I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n  start_ms: 68260\n  end_ms: 71560\n- text: '''Cause this a Saturday, and it''s a holiday'\n  start_ms: 71560\n  end_ms: 74560\n- text: Now I gotta spend a weekend in the South in jail\n  start_ms: 74560\n  end_ms: 76150\n- text: But you told me that crime paid in the\n  start_ms: 76150\n  end_ms: 77480\n- text: Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  start_ms: 77480\n  end_ms: 79020\n- text: I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  start_ms: 79020\n  end_ms: 83620\n- text: Saw my first AK (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 83620\n  end_ms: 85540\n- text: I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  start_ms: 85540\n  end_ms: 88290\n- text: What about Brooklyn? (Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)\n  start_ms: 88290\n  end_ms: 89640\n- text: They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  start_ms: 89640\n  end_ms: 91610\n- text: Police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n  start_ms: 91610\n  end_ms: 95530\n- text: He 'bout to go out like Scarface (hey)\n  start_ms: 95530\n  end_ms: 97440\n- text: He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  start_ms: 97440\n  end_ms: 100690\n- text: With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  start_ms: 100690\n  end_ms: 103670\n- text: So you wan' be a thug?\n  start_ms: 103670\n  end_ms: 104350\n- text: (My thugs in Chicago) you wan' push drugs?\n  start_ms: 104350\n  end_ms: 107990\n- text: (My thugs in Orlando) you want the cars and the videos?\n  start_ms: 107990\n  end_ms: 111440\n- text: (To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami)\n  start_ms: 111440\n  end_ms: 114170\n- text: So you a killer, how many people did you kill?\n  start_ms: 114170\n  end_ms: 117560\n- text: You a dealer, how many drugs did you deal-uh?\n  start_ms: 117560\n  end_ms: 120760\n- text: For real-uh, used to sell crack on the hill-uh\n  start_ms: 120760\n  end_ms: 123730\n- text: Yeah, right! My name is Elvis, and your wife is Priscilla\n  start_ms: 123730\n  end_ms: 126860\n- text: You're an actor, you need a part in this thriller\n  start_ms: 126860\n  end_ms: 129750\n- text: Hold up, ain't no need to bust your four-fif'-uh\n  start_ms: 129750\n  end_ms: 133300\n- text: It's two of us, one of us is bound to leave here in a coma\n  start_ms: 133300\n  end_ms: 135960\n- text: So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker at the\n  start_ms: 135960\n  end_ms: 139270\n- text: Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  start_ms: 139270\n  end_ms: 141010\n- text: I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  start_ms: 141010\n  end_ms: 145490\n- text: Saw my first AK\n  start_ms: 145490\n  end_ms: 147260\n- text: I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  start_ms: 147260\n  end_ms: 150010\n- text: (What about New Orleans?) they need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  start_ms: 150010\n  end_ms: 153240\n- text: (New York City, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n  start_ms: 153240\n  end_ms: 156120\n- text: (Look at shorty, dog) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\n  start_ms: 156120\n  end_ms: 159470\n- text: He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  start_ms: 159470\n  end_ms: 162800\n- text: With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  start_ms: 162800\n  end_ms: 165800\n- text: So you wan' be a thug?\n  start_ms: 165800\n  end_ms: 167290\n- text: (To my thugs in Tampa) you wan' push drugs?\n  start_ms: 167290\n  end_ms: 170320\n- text: (To my thugs in Detroit) you want the cars and the videos?\n  start_ms: 170320\n  end_ms: 173040\n- text: (To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina)\n  start_ms: 173040\n  end_ms: 175390\n- text: Let me tell you how it really goes\n  start_ms: 175390\n  end_ms: 176260\n- text: The South, the dirtiest\n  start_ms: 176260\n  end_ms: 177750\n- text: Knew that it's not, you heard it is\n  start_ms: 177750\n  end_ms: 179610\n- text: Y'all are the prettiest, purtiest cats, never heard of a gat\n  start_ms: 179610\n  end_ms: 182390\n- text: I'm the crookedest cat, jux-man, I'ma took that (take that)\n  start_ms: 182390\n  end_ms: 185430\n- text: Get it, try to get it off, wholesale or cook that (cook -)\n  start_ms: 185430\n  end_ms: 188790\n- text: N-, I keeps plenty caps that I autograph attach\n  start_ms: 188790\n  end_ms: 192250\n- text: Huh, smack p- n-, they look to the back, huh\n  start_ms: 192250\n  end_ms: 195530\n- text: You shook of me, you knowing I leave you all bullet-y\n  start_ms: 195530\n  end_ms: 199020\n- text: I'm real-you like, \"How could he be?\"\n  start_ms: 199020\n  end_ms: 201220\n- text: It's like, Roddy Ville, Robin still, y'all better knew some\n  start_ms: 201220\n  end_ms: 204490\n- text: Act like you want some\n  start_ms: 204490\n  end_ms: 205070\n- text: I'ma come around the corner, cock back, spot you, and throw some\n  start_ms: 205070\n  end_ms: 207850\n- text: Most murderous verbalist, hurting, put burners to this\n  start_ms: 207850\n  end_ms: 210650\n- text: So Wyclef recruited me, Small World from the Norfclk\n  start_ms: 210650\n  end_ms: 214120\n- text: Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  start_ms: 214120\n  end_ms: 215560\n- text: I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  start_ms: 215560\n  end_ms: 220100\n- text: Saw my first AK\n  start_ms: 220100\n  end_ms: 222080\n- text: I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  start_ms: 222080\n  end_ms: 224860\n- text: (What about Uptown?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  start_ms: 224860\n  end_ms: 228090\n- text: Police are at the door, the magnum was by the ashtray (Little Haiti, y'all)\n  start_ms: 228090\n  end_ms: 231750\n- text: He 'bout to go out like Scarface (Jamaica)\n  start_ms: 231750\n  end_ms: 234190\n- text: He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  start_ms: 234190\n  end_ms: 237120\n- text: With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  start_ms: 237120\n  end_ms: 240360\n- text: So you wan' be a thug?\n  start_ms: 240360\n  end_ms: 241660\n- text: (To my thugs in ATL) you wan' push drugs?\n  start_ms: 241660\n  end_ms: 244920\n- text: (To my thugs living in Dallas) you want the cars and the videos?\n  start_ms: 244920\n  end_ms: 248060\n- text: (Thug angels in the Birmingham)\n  start_ms: 248060\n  end_ms: 249660\n- text: Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go\n  start_ms: 249660\n  end_ms: 251430\n- text: Watch out for the beasts\n  start_ms: 251430\n  end_ms: 254690\n- text: Watch out if you got a seed, homie\n  start_ms: 254690\n  end_ms: 257340\n- text: '''Cause you don''t want your kids growing up'\n  start_ms: 257340\n  end_ms: 260590\n- text: Thinkin' they never had no daddy\n  start_ms: 260590\n  end_ms: 264120\n- text: Big Pun, rest in peace, forever\n  start_ms: 264120\n  end_ms: 267340\n- text: Bronx, pour some liquor, ah!\n  start_ms: 267340\n  end_ms: 270780\n- text: Slang Ton, rest in peace (thug angels)\n  start_ms: 270780\n  end_ms: 272760\n- text: From the Outsidaz, pour some liquor, ah! (let's go)\n  start_ms: 272760\n  end_ms: 277830\n- text: Police is on the loose\n  start_ms: 277830\n  end_ms: 279830\n- text: Watch yourself, y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n  start_ms: 279830\n  end_ms: 284080\n- text: Ain't no pushing\n  start_ms: 284080\n  end_ms: 286550\n- text: Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up\n  start_ms: 286550\n  end_ms: 288850\n- text: Get yo' hands out my pocket!\n  start_ms: 288850\n  end_ms: 292170\n- text: Y'all know like I said on my last album\n  start_ms: 292170\n  end_ms: 294220\n- text: The record's not over yet\n  start_ms: 294220\n  end_ms: 299020\n- text: Back up, back up, back up\n  start_ms: 299020\n  end_ms: 305720\n- text: You nigga, you better turn music down! I call 911!\n  start_ms: 305720\n  end_ms: 311140\n- text: You gon' do what?\n  start_ms: 311140\n  end_ms: 313570\n- text: (Woy!) Yo, turn up your musics louder\n  start_ms: 313570\n  end_ms: 316520\n- text: (Woy!) All my people in the system Jeep\n  start_ms: 316520\n  end_ms: 319820\n- text: (Woy!) All my people going to school early in the morning\n  start_ms: 319820\n  end_ms: 322840\n- text: (Woy!) All my people in the college dorms, talk to them\n  start_ms: 322840\n  end_ms: 325520\n- text: Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  start_ms: 325520\n  end_ms: 329370\n- text: Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n  start_ms: 329370\n  end_ms: 332120\n- text: Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  start_ms: 332120\n  end_ms: 335530\n- text: Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n  start_ms: 335530\n  end_ms: 338240\n- text: (Woy!) BouleYard\n  start_ms: 338240\n  end_ms: 341690\n- text: (Woy!) Miami\n  start_ms: 341690\n  end_ms: 344460\n- text: (Woy!) Ayiti\n  start_ms: 344460\n  end_ms: 347800\n- text: (Woy!) All my people in the back, let me see your hands up\n  start_ms: 347800\n  end_ms: 350840\n- text: (Woy!) All my people in the front, let me see your hands up\n  start_ms: 350840\n  end_ms: 353790\n- text: (Woy!) We ain't gon' stop this CD, come on\n  start_ms: 353790\n  end_ms: 357170\n- text: (Woy!) Yo, I got up my man up in here, all the way from Haiti\n  start_ms: 357170\n  end_ms: 360190\n- text: (Woy!) He wanna talk to y'all, yo tell em that time is it, yo\n  start_ms: 360190\n  end_ms: 363190\n- text: Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  start_ms: 363190\n  end_ms: 366410\n- text: Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n  start_ms: 366410\n  end_ms: 369440\n- text: Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  start_ms: 369440\n  end_ms: 372570\n- text: Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n  start_ms: 372570\n  end_ms: 375660\n- text: (Woy!) Eastern Parkway\n  start_ms: 375660\n  end_ms: 378660\n- text: (Woy!) We gon' come see y'all (come on)\n  start_ms: 378660\n  end_ms: 381720\n- text: (Woy!) Everybody in the front, let me see those hands up\n  start_ms: 381720\n  end_ms: 384950\n- text: (Woy!) Aight, on the count of three, we gon' jump, come on\n  start_ms: 384950\n  end_ms: 387820\n- text: (Woy!) One, two\n  start_ms: 387820\n  end_ms: 391070\n- text: (Woy!) One, two, one, two, three, four\n  start_ms: 391070\n  end_ms: 394420\n- text: (Woy!)\n  start_ms: 394420\n  end_ms: 395150\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 395150\nplain: |-\n  Refugees, yo, all you say\n\n  Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  Saw my first AK\n  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  (New York city, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n  (Look at shorty y'all) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n\n  With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  (To all my thugs in Houston) you wan' push drugs?\n  (To all my thugs in Memphis) you want the cars and the videos?\n  (To the Jacksonville thug angels) let me tell you how it really goes\n\n  I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n  Until I heard, \"Woop-woop!\", that \"Sound of Da Police,\" should I pull over? (Let's go)\n  He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n  His face was pale and long, he looked like cold day in December\n\n  Now let me ask the trooper something, \"Should I slow down and be a good camper?\" (Uh-huh)\n  I heard a young thug scream, \"It depends what you got in the Bimmer!\"\n  Now I got two choices, I could blast him and become most wanted in America\n  Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco and get Johnnie Cochran to be my lawyer\n\n  Oh, Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n  If I get locked up, I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n  'Cause this a Saturday, and it's a holiday\n  Now I gotta spend a weekend in the South in jail\n  But you told me that crime paid in the\n\n  Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  Saw my first AK (uh-huh)\n  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  What about Brooklyn? (Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)\n  They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  Police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n  He 'bout to go out like Scarface (hey)\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n\n  With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  So you wan' be a thug?\n  (My thugs in Chicago) you wan' push drugs?\n  (My thugs in Orlando) you want the cars and the videos?\n  (To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami)\n\n  So you a killer, how many people did you kill?\n  You a dealer, how many drugs did you deal-uh?\n  For real-uh, used to sell crack on the hill-uh\n  Yeah, right! My name is Elvis, and your wife is Priscilla\n  You're an actor, you need a part in this thriller\n  Hold up, ain't no need to bust your four-fif'-uh\n  It's two of us, one of us is bound to leave here in a coma\n  So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker at the\n\n  Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  Saw my first AK\n  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about New Orleans?) they need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  (New York City, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n  (Look at shorty, dog) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n\n  With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  So you wan' be a thug?\n  (To my thugs in Tampa) you wan' push drugs?\n  (To my thugs in Detroit) you want the cars and the videos?\n  (To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina)\n  Let me tell you how it really goes\n\n  The South, the dirtiest\n  Knew that it's not, you heard it is\n  Y'all are the prettiest, purtiest cats, never heard of a gat\n  I'm the crookedest cat, jux-man, I'ma took that (take that)\n  Get it, try to get it off, wholesale or cook that (cook -)\n  N-, I keeps plenty caps that I autograph attach\n  Huh, smack p- n-, they look to the back, huh\n\n  You shook of me, you knowing I leave you all bullet-y\n  I'm real-you like, \"How could he be?\"\n  It's like, Roddy Ville, Robin still, y'all better knew some\n  Act like you want some\n  I'ma come around the corner, cock back, spot you, and throw some\n  Most murderous verbalist, hurting, put burners to this\n  So Wyclef recruited me, Small World from the Norfclk\n\n  Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  Saw my first AK\n  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Uptown?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  Police are at the door, the magnum was by the ashtray (Little Haiti, y'all)\n  He 'bout to go out like Scarface (Jamaica)\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n\n  With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  So you wan' be a thug?\n  (To my thugs in ATL) you wan' push drugs?\n  (To my thugs living in Dallas) you want the cars and the videos?\n  (Thug angels in the Birmingham)\n  Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go\n\n  Watch out for the beasts\n  Watch out if you got a seed, homie\n  'Cause you don't want your kids growing up\n  Thinkin' they never had no daddy\n\n  Big Pun, rest in peace, forever\n  Bronx, pour some liquor, ah!\n  Slang Ton, rest in peace (thug angels)\n  From the Outsidaz, pour some liquor, ah! (let's go)\n  Police is on the loose\n  Watch yourself, y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n  Ain't no pushing\n  Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up\n  Get yo' hands out my pocket!\n  Y'all know like I said on my last album\n  The record's not over yet\n  Back up, back up, back up\n\n  You nigga, you better turn music down! I call 911!\n  You gon' do what?\n\n  (Woy!) Yo, turn up your musics louder\n  (Woy!) All my people in the system Jeep\n  (Woy!) All my people going to school early in the morning\n  (Woy!) All my people in the college dorms, talk to them\n\n  Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n  Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n\n  (Woy!) BouleYard\n  (Woy!) Miami\n  (Woy!) Ayiti\n  (Woy!) All my people in the back, let me see your hands up\n  (Woy!) All my people in the front, let me see your hands up\n  (Woy!) We ain't gon' stop this CD, come on\n  (Woy!) Yo, I got up my man up in here, all the way from Haiti\n  (Woy!) He wanna talk to y'all, yo tell em that time is it, yo\n\n  Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n  Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n\n  (Woy!) Eastern Parkway\n  (Woy!) We gon' come see y'all (come on)\n  (Woy!) Everybody in the front, let me see those hands up\n  (Woy!) Aight, on the count of three, we gon' jump, come on\n  (Woy!) One, two\n  (Woy!) One, two, one, two, three, four\n  (Woy!)\n"},{"id":20576390,"name":"Thug Angels","trackName":"Thug Angels","artistName":"Wyclef Jean","albumName":"Ecletic","duration":405.033875,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Refugees yo. all you say\n\nDirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n(New York city y'all) Police are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\nHe bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\nUh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nAhh-ahh-ahh-\nTo all my thugs in Houston\nYou wan' push drugs?\nTo all my thugs in Memphis\nYou want the cars in the videos?\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\nTo the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n\nI'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\nUntil I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\nHe had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\nHis face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\nNow let me ask the truth or somethin '\nShould I slow down and be a good camper?\nI heard a young thug scream,\n\"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\nNow I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\nOr I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\nAnd get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\nOhh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\nIf I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\nCause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\nNow I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\nBut you told me that crime pay\nThe Dirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\nPolice are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\nHe bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\nUh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nAhh-ahh-ahh-\nTo all my thugs in Chicago\nYou wan' push drugs?\nTo all my thugs in Orlando\nYou want the cars in the videos?\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\nTo V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n\nSo you a killa, how many people did you kill?\nYou a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\nFor'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\nYeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\nYou're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\nHold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\nIt's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\nSo say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\nAt the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n(New York City y'all) Police are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray\n(Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nTo my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\nTo my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\nTo the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\nLet me tell you how it really goes\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nTo my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\nTo my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\nThug Angels in the Birmingham\nLet me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n\nWatch out, for the beasts\nWatch out, if you got a seed homie\nCause you don't want your kids growin up\nThinkin they never had no daddy\nBig Pun, rest in peace forever\nBronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\nSlang Tom, rest in peace\nPolice is in the news, watch yourself\nY'all saw what they did to Diallo\nYeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\nYou gon' do WHAT?\nWAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\nWAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\nWAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\nWAIT! Eastern Parkway","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thug Angels\n  artist: Wyclef Jean\n  album: Ecletic\n  duration_ms: 405034\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Refugees yo. all you say\n\n  Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  (New York city y'all) Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\n  He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\n  Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  To all my thugs in Houston\n  You wan' push drugs?\n  To all my thugs in Memphis\n  You want the cars in the videos?\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n  To the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n\n  I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n  Until I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\n  He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n  His face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\n  Now let me ask the truth or somethin '\n  Should I slow down and be a good camper?\n  I heard a young thug scream,\n  \"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\n  Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\n  Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\n  And get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\n  Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n  If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n  Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\n  Now I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\n  But you told me that crime pay\n  The Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n  He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\n  Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  To all my thugs in Chicago\n  You wan' push drugs?\n  To all my thugs in Orlando\n  You want the cars in the videos?\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n  To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n\n  So you a killa, how many people did you kill?\n  You a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\n  For'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\n  Yeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\n  You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\n  Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\n  It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\n  So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\n  At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  (New York City y'all) Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray\n  (Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  To my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\n  To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\n  To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\n  Let me tell you how it really goes\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  To my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\n  To my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\n  Thug Angels in the Birmingham\n  Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n\n  Watch out, for the beasts\n  Watch out, if you got a seed homie\n  Cause you don't want your kids growin up\n  Thinkin they never had no daddy\n  Big Pun, rest in peace forever\n  Bronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\n  Slang Tom, rest in peace\n  Police is in the news, watch yourself\n  Y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n  Yeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\n  You gon' do WHAT?\n  WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\n  WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\n  WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\n  WAIT! Eastern Parkway\n"},{"id":17336608,"name":"Thug Angels","trackName":"Thug Angels","artistName":"Wyclef Jean","albumName":"The Ecleftic: 2 Sides II A Boo","duration":395.8910464,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Refugees, yo, all you say\n\nDirty, Dirty, Dirty South\nI used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\nSaw my first AK\nI saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n(New York city, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n(Look at shorty y'all) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n\nWith thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\nSo you wanna be a thug?\n(To all my thugs in Houston) you wan' push drugs?\n(To all my thugs in Memphis) you want the cars and the videos?\n(To the Jacksonville thug angels) let me tell you how it really goes\n\nI'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\nUntil I heard, \"Woop-woop!\", that \"Sound of Da Police,\" should I pull over? (Let's go)\nHe had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\nHis face was pale and long, he looked like cold day in December\n\nNow let me ask the trooper something, \"Should I slow down and be a good camper?\" (Uh-huh)\nI heard a young thug scream, \"It depends what you got in the Bimmer!\"\nNow I got two choices, I could blast him and become most wanted in America\nOr I could slow down like the man in the Bronco and get Johnnie Cochran to be my lawyer\n\nOh, Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\nIf I get locked up, I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n'Cause this a Saturday, and it's a holiday\nNow I gotta spend a weekend in the South in jail\nBut you told me that crime paid in the\n\nDirty, Dirty, Dirty South\nI used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\nSaw my first AK (uh-huh)\nI saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\nWhat about Brooklyn? (Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)\nThey need to chill with the gunplay, hey\nPolice are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\nHe 'bout to go out like Scarface (hey)\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n\nWith thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\nSo you wan' be a thug?\n(My thugs in Chicago) you wan' push drugs?\n(My thugs in Orlando) you want the cars and the videos?\n(To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami)\n\nSo you a killer, how many people did you kill?\nYou a dealer, how many drugs did you deal-uh?\nFor real-uh, used to sell crack on the hill-uh\nYeah, right! My name is Elvis, and your wife is Priscilla\nYou're an actor, you need a part in this thriller\nHold up, ain't no need to bust your four-fif'-uh\nIt's two of us, one of us is bound to leave here in a coma\nSo say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker at the\n\nDirty, Dirty, Dirty South\nI used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\nSaw my first AK\nI saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about New Orleans?) they need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n(New York City, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n(Look at shorty, dog) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n\nWith thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\nSo you wan' be a thug?\n(To my thugs in Tampa) you wan' push drugs?\n(To my thugs in Detroit) you want the cars and the videos?\n(To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina)\nLet me tell you how it really goes\n\nThe South, the dirtiest\nKnew that it's not, you heard it is\nY'all are the prettiest, purtiest cats, never heard of a gat\nI'm the crookedest cat, jux-man, I'ma took that (take that)\nGet it, try to get it off, wholesale or cook that (cook -)\nN-, I keeps plenty caps that I autograph attach\nHuh, smack p- n-, they look to the back, huh\n\nYou shook of me, you knowing I leave you all bullet-y\nI'm real-you like, \"How could he be?\"\nIt's like, Roddy Ville, Robin still, y'all better knew some\nAct like you want some\nI'ma come around the corner, cock back, spot you, and throw some\nMost murderous verbalist, hurting, put burners to this\nSo Wyclef recruited me, Small World from the Norfclk\n\nDirty, Dirty, Dirty South\nI used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\nSaw my first AK\nI saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Uptown?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\nPolice are at the door, the magnum was by the ashtray (Little Haiti, y'all)\nHe 'bout to go out like Scarface (Jamaica)\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n\nWith thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\nSo you wan' be a thug?\n(To my thugs in ATL) you wan' push drugs?\n(To my thugs living in Dallas) you want the cars and the videos?\n(Thug angels in the Birmingham)\nLet me tell you how it really goes, let's go\n\nWatch out for the beasts\nWatch out if you got a seed, homie\n'Cause you don't want your kids growing up\nThinkin' they never had no daddy\n\nBig Pun, rest in peace, forever\nBronx, pour some liquor, ah!\nSlang Ton, rest in peace (thug angels)\nFrom the Outsidaz, pour some liquor, ah! (let's go)\nPolice is on the loose\nWatch yourself, y'all saw what they did to Diallo\nAin't no pushing\nBack up, back up, back up, back up, back up\nGet yo' hands out my pocket!\nY'all know like I said on my last album\nThe record's not over yet\nBack up, back up, back up\n\nYou nigga, you better turn music down! I call 911!\nYou gon' do what?\n\n(Woy!) Yo, turn up your musics louder\n(Woy!) All my people in the system Jeep\n(Woy!) All my people going to school early in the morning\n(Woy!) All my people in the college dorms, talk to them\n\nGrenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\nAswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\nGrenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\nAswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n\n(Woy!) BouleYard\n(Woy!) Miami\n(Woy!) Ayiti\n(Woy!) All my people in the back, let me see your hands up\n(Woy!) All my people in the front, let me see your hands up\n(Woy!) We ain't gon' stop this CD, come on\n(Woy!) Yo, I got up my man up in here, all the way from Haiti\n(Woy!) He wanna talk to y'all, yo tell em that time is it, yo\n\nGrenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\nAswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\nGrenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\nAswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n\n(Woy!) Eastern Parkway\n(Woy!) We gon' come see y'all (come on)\n(Woy!) Everybody in the front, let me see those hands up\n(Woy!) Aight, on the count of three, we gon' jump, come on\n(Woy!) One, two\n(Woy!) One, two, one, two, three, four\n(Woy!)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.26] Refugees, yo, all you say\n[00:02.91] Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n[00:04.58] I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n[00:09.04] Saw my first AK\n[00:10.70] I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[00:13.47] (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n[00:16.55] (New York city, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n[00:19.52] (Look at shorty y'all) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\n[00:22.81] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[00:26.16] With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n[00:29.12] So you wanna be a thug?\n[00:30.68] (To all my thugs in Houston) you wan' push drugs?\n[00:33.02] (To all my thugs in Memphis) you want the cars and the videos?\n[00:36.47] (To the Jacksonville thug angels) let me tell you how it really goes\n[00:39.79] I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n[00:42.60] Until I heard, \"Woop-woop!\", that \"Sound of Da Police,\" should I pull over? (Let's go)\n[00:45.98] He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n[00:49.00] His face was pale and long, he looked like cold day in December\n[00:52.23] Now let me ask the trooper something, \"Should I slow down and be a good camper?\" (Uh-huh)\n[00:55.42] I heard a young thug scream, \"It depends what you got in the Bimmer!\"\n[00:58.22] Now I got two choices, I could blast him and become most wanted in America\n[01:01.59] Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco and get Johnnie Cochran to be my lawyer\n[01:05.21] Oh, Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n[01:08.26] If I get locked up, I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n[01:11.56] 'Cause this a Saturday, and it's a holiday\n[01:14.56] Now I gotta spend a weekend in the South in jail\n[01:16.15] But you told me that crime paid in the\n[01:17.48] Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n[01:19.02] I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n[01:23.62] Saw my first AK (uh-huh)\n[01:25.54] I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[01:28.29] What about Brooklyn? (Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)\n[01:29.64] They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n[01:31.61] Police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n[01:35.53] He 'bout to go out like Scarface (hey)\n[01:37.44] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[01:40.69] With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n[01:43.67] So you wan' be a thug?\n[01:44.35] (My thugs in Chicago) you wan' push drugs?\n[01:47.99] (My thugs in Orlando) you want the cars and the videos?\n[01:51.44] (To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami)\n[01:54.17] So you a killer, how many people did you kill?\n[01:57.56] You a dealer, how many drugs did you deal-uh?\n[02:00.76] For real-uh, used to sell crack on the hill-uh\n[02:03.73] Yeah, right! My name is Elvis, and your wife is Priscilla\n[02:06.86] You're an actor, you need a part in this thriller\n[02:09.75] Hold up, ain't no need to bust your four-fif'-uh\n[02:13.30] It's two of us, one of us is bound to leave here in a coma\n[02:15.96] So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker at the\n[02:19.27] Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n[02:21.01] I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n[02:25.49] Saw my first AK\n[02:27.26] I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[02:30.01] (What about New Orleans?) they need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n[02:33.24] (New York City, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n[02:36.12] (Look at shorty, dog) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\n[02:39.47] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[02:42.80] With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n[02:45.80] So you wan' be a thug?\n[02:47.29] (To my thugs in Tampa) you wan' push drugs?\n[02:50.32] (To my thugs in Detroit) you want the cars and the videos?\n[02:53.04] (To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina)\n[02:55.39] Let me tell you how it really goes\n[02:56.26] The South, the dirtiest\n[02:57.75] Knew that it's not, you heard it is\n[02:59.61] Y'all are the prettiest, purtiest cats, never heard of a gat\n[03:02.39] I'm the crookedest cat, jux-man, I'ma took that (take that)\n[03:05.43] Get it, try to get it off, wholesale or cook that (cook -)\n[03:08.79] N-, I keeps plenty caps that I autograph attach\n[03:12.25] Huh, smack p- n-, they look to the back, huh\n[03:15.53] You shook of me, you knowing I leave you all bullet-y\n[03:19.02] I'm real-you like, \"How could he be?\"\n[03:21.22] It's like, Roddy Ville, Robin still, y'all better knew some\n[03:24.49] Act like you want some\n[03:25.07] I'ma come around the corner, cock back, spot you, and throw some\n[03:27.85] Most murderous verbalist, hurting, put burners to this\n[03:30.65] So Wyclef recruited me, Small World from the Norfclk\n[03:34.12] Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n[03:35.56] I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n[03:40.10] Saw my first AK\n[03:42.08] I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[03:44.86] (What about Uptown?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n[03:48.09] Police are at the door, the magnum was by the ashtray (Little Haiti, y'all)\n[03:51.75] He 'bout to go out like Scarface (Jamaica)\n[03:54.19] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[03:57.12] With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n[04:00.36] So you wan' be a thug?\n[04:01.66] (To my thugs in ATL) you wan' push drugs?\n[04:04.92] (To my thugs living in Dallas) you want the cars and the videos?\n[04:08.06] (Thug angels in the Birmingham)\n[04:09.66] Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go\n[04:11.43] Watch out for the beasts\n[04:14.69] Watch out if you got a seed, homie\n[04:17.34] 'Cause you don't want your kids growing up\n[04:20.59] Thinkin' they never had no daddy\n[04:24.12] Big Pun, rest in peace, forever\n[04:27.34] Bronx, pour some liquor, ah!\n[04:30.78] Slang Ton, rest in peace (thug angels)\n[04:32.76] From the Outsidaz, pour some liquor, ah! (let's go)\n[04:37.83] Police is on the loose\n[04:39.83] Watch yourself, y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n[04:44.08] Ain't no pushing\n[04:46.55] Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up\n[04:48.85] Get yo' hands out my pocket!\n[04:52.17] Y'all know like I said on my last album\n[04:54.22] The record's not over yet\n[04:59.02] Back up, back up, back up\n[05:05.72] You nigga, you better turn music down! I call 911!\n[05:11.14] You gon' do what?\n[05:13.57] (Woy!) Yo, turn up your musics louder\n[05:16.52] (Woy!) All my people in the system Jeep\n[05:19.82] (Woy!) All my people going to school early in the morning\n[05:22.84] (Woy!) All my people in the college dorms, talk to them\n[05:25.52] Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n[05:29.37] Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n[05:32.12] Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n[05:35.53] Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n[05:38.24] (Woy!) BouleYard\n[05:41.69] (Woy!) Miami\n[05:44.46] (Woy!) Ayiti\n[05:47.80] (Woy!) All my people in the back, let me see your hands up\n[05:50.84] (Woy!) All my people in the front, let me see your hands up\n[05:53.79] (Woy!) We ain't gon' stop this CD, come on\n[05:57.17] (Woy!) Yo, I got up my man up in here, all the way from Haiti\n[06:00.19] (Woy!) He wanna talk to y'all, yo tell em that time is it, yo\n[06:03.19] Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n[06:06.41] Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n[06:09.44] Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n[06:12.57] Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n[06:15.66] (Woy!) Eastern Parkway\n[06:18.66] (Woy!) We gon' come see y'all (come on)\n[06:21.72] (Woy!) Everybody in the front, let me see those hands up\n[06:24.95] (Woy!) Aight, on the count of three, we gon' jump, come on\n[06:27.82] (Woy!) One, two\n[06:31.07] (Woy!) One, two, one, two, three, four\n[06:34.42] (Woy!)\n[06:35.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thug Angels\n  artist: Wyclef Jean\n  album: 'The Ecleftic: 2 Sides II A Boo'\n  duration_ms: 395891\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Refugees, yo, all you say\n  start_ms: 260\n  end_ms: 2910\n- text: Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  start_ms: 2910\n  end_ms: 4580\n- text: I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  start_ms: 4580\n  end_ms: 9040\n- text: Saw my first AK\n  start_ms: 9040\n  end_ms: 10700\n- text: I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  start_ms: 10700\n  end_ms: 13470\n- text: (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  start_ms: 13470\n  end_ms: 16550\n- text: (New York city, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n  start_ms: 16550\n  end_ms: 19520\n- text: (Look at shorty y'all) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\n  start_ms: 19520\n  end_ms: 22810\n- text: He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  start_ms: 22810\n  end_ms: 26160\n- text: With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  start_ms: 26160\n  end_ms: 29120\n- text: So you wanna be a thug?\n  start_ms: 29120\n  end_ms: 30680\n- text: (To all my thugs in Houston) you wan' push drugs?\n  start_ms: 30680\n  end_ms: 33020\n- text: (To all my thugs in Memphis) you want the cars and the videos?\n  start_ms: 33020\n  end_ms: 36470\n- text: (To the Jacksonville thug angels) let me tell you how it really goes\n  start_ms: 36470\n  end_ms: 39790\n- text: I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n  start_ms: 39790\n  end_ms: 42600\n- text: Until I heard, \"Woop-woop!\", that \"Sound of Da Police,\" should I pull over? (Let's go)\n  start_ms: 42600\n  end_ms: 45980\n- text: He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n  start_ms: 45980\n  end_ms: 49000\n- text: His face was pale and long, he looked like cold day in December\n  start_ms: 49000\n  end_ms: 52230\n- text: Now let me ask the trooper something, \"Should I slow down and be a good camper?\" (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 52230\n  end_ms: 55420\n- text: I heard a young thug scream, \"It depends what you got in the Bimmer!\"\n  start_ms: 55420\n  end_ms: 58220\n- text: Now I got two choices, I could blast him and become most wanted in America\n  start_ms: 58220\n  end_ms: 61590\n- text: Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco and get Johnnie Cochran to be my lawyer\n  start_ms: 61590\n  end_ms: 65210\n- text: Oh, Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n  start_ms: 65210\n  end_ms: 68260\n- text: If I get locked up, I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n  start_ms: 68260\n  end_ms: 71560\n- text: '''Cause this a Saturday, and it''s a holiday'\n  start_ms: 71560\n  end_ms: 74560\n- text: Now I gotta spend a weekend in the South in jail\n  start_ms: 74560\n  end_ms: 76150\n- text: But you told me that crime paid in the\n  start_ms: 76150\n  end_ms: 77480\n- text: Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  start_ms: 77480\n  end_ms: 79020\n- text: I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  start_ms: 79020\n  end_ms: 83620\n- text: Saw my first AK (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 83620\n  end_ms: 85540\n- text: I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  start_ms: 85540\n  end_ms: 88290\n- text: What about Brooklyn? (Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)\n  start_ms: 88290\n  end_ms: 89640\n- text: They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  start_ms: 89640\n  end_ms: 91610\n- text: Police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n  start_ms: 91610\n  end_ms: 95530\n- text: He 'bout to go out like Scarface (hey)\n  start_ms: 95530\n  end_ms: 97440\n- text: He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  start_ms: 97440\n  end_ms: 100690\n- text: With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  start_ms: 100690\n  end_ms: 103670\n- text: So you wan' be a thug?\n  start_ms: 103670\n  end_ms: 104350\n- text: (My thugs in Chicago) you wan' push drugs?\n  start_ms: 104350\n  end_ms: 107990\n- text: (My thugs in Orlando) you want the cars and the videos?\n  start_ms: 107990\n  end_ms: 111440\n- text: (To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami)\n  start_ms: 111440\n  end_ms: 114170\n- text: So you a killer, how many people did you kill?\n  start_ms: 114170\n  end_ms: 117560\n- text: You a dealer, how many drugs did you deal-uh?\n  start_ms: 117560\n  end_ms: 120760\n- text: For real-uh, used to sell crack on the hill-uh\n  start_ms: 120760\n  end_ms: 123730\n- text: Yeah, right! My name is Elvis, and your wife is Priscilla\n  start_ms: 123730\n  end_ms: 126860\n- text: You're an actor, you need a part in this thriller\n  start_ms: 126860\n  end_ms: 129750\n- text: Hold up, ain't no need to bust your four-fif'-uh\n  start_ms: 129750\n  end_ms: 133300\n- text: It's two of us, one of us is bound to leave here in a coma\n  start_ms: 133300\n  end_ms: 135960\n- text: So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker at the\n  start_ms: 135960\n  end_ms: 139270\n- text: Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  start_ms: 139270\n  end_ms: 141010\n- text: I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  start_ms: 141010\n  end_ms: 145490\n- text: Saw my first AK\n  start_ms: 145490\n  end_ms: 147260\n- text: I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  start_ms: 147260\n  end_ms: 150010\n- text: (What about New Orleans?) they need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  start_ms: 150010\n  end_ms: 153240\n- text: (New York City, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n  start_ms: 153240\n  end_ms: 156120\n- text: (Look at shorty, dog) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\n  start_ms: 156120\n  end_ms: 159470\n- text: He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  start_ms: 159470\n  end_ms: 162800\n- text: With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  start_ms: 162800\n  end_ms: 165800\n- text: So you wan' be a thug?\n  start_ms: 165800\n  end_ms: 167290\n- text: (To my thugs in Tampa) you wan' push drugs?\n  start_ms: 167290\n  end_ms: 170320\n- text: (To my thugs in Detroit) you want the cars and the videos?\n  start_ms: 170320\n  end_ms: 173040\n- text: (To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina)\n  start_ms: 173040\n  end_ms: 175390\n- text: Let me tell you how it really goes\n  start_ms: 175390\n  end_ms: 176260\n- text: The South, the dirtiest\n  start_ms: 176260\n  end_ms: 177750\n- text: Knew that it's not, you heard it is\n  start_ms: 177750\n  end_ms: 179610\n- text: Y'all are the prettiest, purtiest cats, never heard of a gat\n  start_ms: 179610\n  end_ms: 182390\n- text: I'm the crookedest cat, jux-man, I'ma took that (take that)\n  start_ms: 182390\n  end_ms: 185430\n- text: Get it, try to get it off, wholesale or cook that (cook -)\n  start_ms: 185430\n  end_ms: 188790\n- text: N-, I keeps plenty caps that I autograph attach\n  start_ms: 188790\n  end_ms: 192250\n- text: Huh, smack p- n-, they look to the back, huh\n  start_ms: 192250\n  end_ms: 195530\n- text: You shook of me, you knowing I leave you all bullet-y\n  start_ms: 195530\n  end_ms: 199020\n- text: I'm real-you like, \"How could he be?\"\n  start_ms: 199020\n  end_ms: 201220\n- text: It's like, Roddy Ville, Robin still, y'all better knew some\n  start_ms: 201220\n  end_ms: 204490\n- text: Act like you want some\n  start_ms: 204490\n  end_ms: 205070\n- text: I'ma come around the corner, cock back, spot you, and throw some\n  start_ms: 205070\n  end_ms: 207850\n- text: Most murderous verbalist, hurting, put burners to this\n  start_ms: 207850\n  end_ms: 210650\n- text: So Wyclef recruited me, Small World from the Norfclk\n  start_ms: 210650\n  end_ms: 214120\n- text: Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  start_ms: 214120\n  end_ms: 215560\n- text: I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  start_ms: 215560\n  end_ms: 220100\n- text: Saw my first AK\n  start_ms: 220100\n  end_ms: 222080\n- text: I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  start_ms: 222080\n  end_ms: 224860\n- text: (What about Uptown?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  start_ms: 224860\n  end_ms: 228090\n- text: Police are at the door, the magnum was by the ashtray (Little Haiti, y'all)\n  start_ms: 228090\n  end_ms: 231750\n- text: He 'bout to go out like Scarface (Jamaica)\n  start_ms: 231750\n  end_ms: 234190\n- text: He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  start_ms: 234190\n  end_ms: 237120\n- text: With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  start_ms: 237120\n  end_ms: 240360\n- text: So you wan' be a thug?\n  start_ms: 240360\n  end_ms: 241660\n- text: (To my thugs in ATL) you wan' push drugs?\n  start_ms: 241660\n  end_ms: 244920\n- text: (To my thugs living in Dallas) you want the cars and the videos?\n  start_ms: 244920\n  end_ms: 248060\n- text: (Thug angels in the Birmingham)\n  start_ms: 248060\n  end_ms: 249660\n- text: Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go\n  start_ms: 249660\n  end_ms: 251430\n- text: Watch out for the beasts\n  start_ms: 251430\n  end_ms: 254690\n- text: Watch out if you got a seed, homie\n  start_ms: 254690\n  end_ms: 257340\n- text: '''Cause you don''t want your kids growing up'\n  start_ms: 257340\n  end_ms: 260590\n- text: Thinkin' they never had no daddy\n  start_ms: 260590\n  end_ms: 264120\n- text: Big Pun, rest in peace, forever\n  start_ms: 264120\n  end_ms: 267340\n- text: Bronx, pour some liquor, ah!\n  start_ms: 267340\n  end_ms: 270780\n- text: Slang Ton, rest in peace (thug angels)\n  start_ms: 270780\n  end_ms: 272760\n- text: From the Outsidaz, pour some liquor, ah! (let's go)\n  start_ms: 272760\n  end_ms: 277830\n- text: Police is on the loose\n  start_ms: 277830\n  end_ms: 279830\n- text: Watch yourself, y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n  start_ms: 279830\n  end_ms: 284080\n- text: Ain't no pushing\n  start_ms: 284080\n  end_ms: 286550\n- text: Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up\n  start_ms: 286550\n  end_ms: 288850\n- text: Get yo' hands out my pocket!\n  start_ms: 288850\n  end_ms: 292170\n- text: Y'all know like I said on my last album\n  start_ms: 292170\n  end_ms: 294220\n- text: The record's not over yet\n  start_ms: 294220\n  end_ms: 299020\n- text: Back up, back up, back up\n  start_ms: 299020\n  end_ms: 305720\n- text: You nigga, you better turn music down! I call 911!\n  start_ms: 305720\n  end_ms: 311140\n- text: You gon' do what?\n  start_ms: 311140\n  end_ms: 313570\n- text: (Woy!) Yo, turn up your musics louder\n  start_ms: 313570\n  end_ms: 316520\n- text: (Woy!) All my people in the system Jeep\n  start_ms: 316520\n  end_ms: 319820\n- text: (Woy!) All my people going to school early in the morning\n  start_ms: 319820\n  end_ms: 322840\n- text: (Woy!) All my people in the college dorms, talk to them\n  start_ms: 322840\n  end_ms: 325520\n- text: Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  start_ms: 325520\n  end_ms: 329370\n- text: Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n  start_ms: 329370\n  end_ms: 332120\n- text: Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  start_ms: 332120\n  end_ms: 335530\n- text: Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n  start_ms: 335530\n  end_ms: 338240\n- text: (Woy!) BouleYard\n  start_ms: 338240\n  end_ms: 341690\n- text: (Woy!) Miami\n  start_ms: 341690\n  end_ms: 344460\n- text: (Woy!) Ayiti\n  start_ms: 344460\n  end_ms: 347800\n- text: (Woy!) All my people in the back, let me see your hands up\n  start_ms: 347800\n  end_ms: 350840\n- text: (Woy!) All my people in the front, let me see your hands up\n  start_ms: 350840\n  end_ms: 353790\n- text: (Woy!) We ain't gon' stop this CD, come on\n  start_ms: 353790\n  end_ms: 357170\n- text: (Woy!) Yo, I got up my man up in here, all the way from Haiti\n  start_ms: 357170\n  end_ms: 360190\n- text: (Woy!) He wanna talk to y'all, yo tell em that time is it, yo\n  start_ms: 360190\n  end_ms: 363190\n- text: Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  start_ms: 363190\n  end_ms: 366410\n- text: Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n  start_ms: 366410\n  end_ms: 369440\n- text: Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  start_ms: 369440\n  end_ms: 372570\n- text: Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n  start_ms: 372570\n  end_ms: 375660\n- text: (Woy!) Eastern Parkway\n  start_ms: 375660\n  end_ms: 378660\n- text: (Woy!) We gon' come see y'all (come on)\n  start_ms: 378660\n  end_ms: 381720\n- text: (Woy!) Everybody in the front, let me see those hands up\n  start_ms: 381720\n  end_ms: 384950\n- text: (Woy!) Aight, on the count of three, we gon' jump, come on\n  start_ms: 384950\n  end_ms: 387820\n- text: (Woy!) One, two\n  start_ms: 387820\n  end_ms: 391070\n- text: (Woy!) One, two, one, two, three, four\n  start_ms: 391070\n  end_ms: 394420\n- text: (Woy!)\n  start_ms: 394420\n  end_ms: 395150\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 395150\nplain: |-\n  Refugees, yo, all you say\n\n  Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  Saw my first AK\n  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  (New York city, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n  (Look at shorty y'all) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n\n  With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  (To all my thugs in Houston) you wan' push drugs?\n  (To all my thugs in Memphis) you want the cars and the videos?\n  (To the Jacksonville thug angels) let me tell you how it really goes\n\n  I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n  Until I heard, \"Woop-woop!\", that \"Sound of Da Police,\" should I pull over? (Let's go)\n  He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n  His face was pale and long, he looked like cold day in December\n\n  Now let me ask the trooper something, \"Should I slow down and be a good camper?\" (Uh-huh)\n  I heard a young thug scream, \"It depends what you got in the Bimmer!\"\n  Now I got two choices, I could blast him and become most wanted in America\n  Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco and get Johnnie Cochran to be my lawyer\n\n  Oh, Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n  If I get locked up, I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n  'Cause this a Saturday, and it's a holiday\n  Now I gotta spend a weekend in the South in jail\n  But you told me that crime paid in the\n\n  Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  Saw my first AK (uh-huh)\n  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  What about Brooklyn? (Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)\n  They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  Police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n  He 'bout to go out like Scarface (hey)\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n\n  With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  So you wan' be a thug?\n  (My thugs in Chicago) you wan' push drugs?\n  (My thugs in Orlando) you want the cars and the videos?\n  (To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami)\n\n  So you a killer, how many people did you kill?\n  You a dealer, how many drugs did you deal-uh?\n  For real-uh, used to sell crack on the hill-uh\n  Yeah, right! My name is Elvis, and your wife is Priscilla\n  You're an actor, you need a part in this thriller\n  Hold up, ain't no need to bust your four-fif'-uh\n  It's two of us, one of us is bound to leave here in a coma\n  So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker at the\n\n  Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  Saw my first AK\n  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about New Orleans?) they need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  (New York City, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n  (Look at shorty, dog) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n\n  With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  So you wan' be a thug?\n  (To my thugs in Tampa) you wan' push drugs?\n  (To my thugs in Detroit) you want the cars and the videos?\n  (To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina)\n  Let me tell you how it really goes\n\n  The South, the dirtiest\n  Knew that it's not, you heard it is\n  Y'all are the prettiest, purtiest cats, never heard of a gat\n  I'm the crookedest cat, jux-man, I'ma took that (take that)\n  Get it, try to get it off, wholesale or cook that (cook -)\n  N-, I keeps plenty caps that I autograph attach\n  Huh, smack p- n-, they look to the back, huh\n\n  You shook of me, you knowing I leave you all bullet-y\n  I'm real-you like, \"How could he be?\"\n  It's like, Roddy Ville, Robin still, y'all better knew some\n  Act like you want some\n  I'ma come around the corner, cock back, spot you, and throw some\n  Most murderous verbalist, hurting, put burners to this\n  So Wyclef recruited me, Small World from the Norfclk\n\n  Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  Saw my first AK\n  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Uptown?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  Police are at the door, the magnum was by the ashtray (Little Haiti, y'all)\n  He 'bout to go out like Scarface (Jamaica)\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n\n  With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  So you wan' be a thug?\n  (To my thugs in ATL) you wan' push drugs?\n  (To my thugs living in Dallas) you want the cars and the videos?\n  (Thug angels in the Birmingham)\n  Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go\n\n  Watch out for the beasts\n  Watch out if you got a seed, homie\n  'Cause you don't want your kids growing up\n  Thinkin' they never had no daddy\n\n  Big Pun, rest in peace, forever\n  Bronx, pour some liquor, ah!\n  Slang Ton, rest in peace (thug angels)\n  From the Outsidaz, pour some liquor, ah! (let's go)\n  Police is on the loose\n  Watch yourself, y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n  Ain't no pushing\n  Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up\n  Get yo' hands out my pocket!\n  Y'all know like I said on my last album\n  The record's not over yet\n  Back up, back up, back up\n\n  You nigga, you better turn music down! I call 911!\n  You gon' do what?\n\n  (Woy!) Yo, turn up your musics louder\n  (Woy!) All my people in the system Jeep\n  (Woy!) All my people going to school early in the morning\n  (Woy!) All my people in the college dorms, talk to them\n\n  Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n  Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n\n  (Woy!) BouleYard\n  (Woy!) Miami\n  (Woy!) Ayiti\n  (Woy!) All my people in the back, let me see your hands up\n  (Woy!) All my people in the front, let me see your hands up\n  (Woy!) We ain't gon' stop this CD, come on\n  (Woy!) Yo, I got up my man up in here, all the way from Haiti\n  (Woy!) He wanna talk to y'all, yo tell em that time is it, yo\n\n  Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n  Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n\n  (Woy!) Eastern Parkway\n  (Woy!) We gon' come see y'all (come on)\n  (Woy!) Everybody in the front, let me see those hands up\n  (Woy!) Aight, on the count of three, we gon' jump, come on\n  (Woy!) One, two\n  (Woy!) One, two, one, two, three, four\n  (Woy!)\n"},{"id":15850781,"name":"Thug Angels","trackName":"Thug Angels","artistName":"Wyclef Jean","albumName":"The Ecletic","duration":395.91825,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Refugees, yo, all you say\n\nDirty, Dirty, Dirty South\nI used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\nSaw my first AK\nI saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n(New York city, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n(Look at shorty y'all) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n\nWith thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\nSo you wanna be a thug?\n(To all my thugs in Houston) you wan' push drugs?\n(To all my thugs in Memphis) you want the cars and the videos?\n(To the Jacksonville thug angels) let me tell you how it really goes\n\nI'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\nUntil I heard, \"Woop-woop!\", that \"Sound of Da Police,\" should I pull over? (Let's go)\nHe had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\nHis face was pale and long, he looked like cold day in December\n\nNow let me ask the trooper something, \"Should I slow down and be a good camper?\" (Uh-huh)\nI heard a young thug scream, \"It depends what you got in the Bimmer!\"\nNow I got two choices, I could blast him and become most wanted in America\nOr I could slow down like the man in the Bronco and get Johnnie Cochran to be my lawyer\n\nOh, Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\nIf I get locked up, I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n'Cause this a Saturday, and it's a holiday\nNow I gotta spend a weekend in the South in jail\nBut you told me that crime paid in the\n\nDirty, Dirty, Dirty South\nI used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\nSaw my first AK (uh-huh)\nI saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\nWhat about Brooklyn? (Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)\nThey need to chill with the gunplay, hey\nPolice are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\nHe 'bout to go out like Scarface (hey)\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n\nWith thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\nSo you wan' be a thug?\n(My thugs in Chicago) you wan' push drugs?\n(My thugs in Orlando) you want the cars and the videos?\n(To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami)\n\nSo you a killer, how many people did you kill?\nYou a dealer, how many drugs did you deal-uh?\nFor real-uh, used to sell crack on the hill-uh\nYeah, right! My name is Elvis, and your wife is Priscilla\nYou're an actor, you need a part in this thriller\nHold up, ain't no need to bust your four-fif'-uh\nIt's two of us, one of us is bound to leave here in a coma\nSo say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker at the\n\nDirty, Dirty, Dirty South\nI used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\nSaw my first AK\nI saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about New Orleans?) they need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n(New York City, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n(Look at shorty, dog) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n\nWith thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\nSo you wan' be a thug?\n(To my thugs in Tampa) you wan' push drugs?\n(To my thugs in Detroit) you want the cars and the videos?\n(To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina)\nLet me tell you how it really goes\n\nThe South, the dirtiest\nKnew that it's not, you heard it is\nY'all are the prettiest, purtiest cats, never heard of a gat\nI'm the crookedest cat, jux-man, I'ma took that (take that)\nGet it, try to get it off, wholesale or cook that (cook -)\nN-, I keeps plenty caps that I autograph attach\nHuh, smack p- n-, they look to the back, huh\n\nYou shook of me, you knowing I leave you all bullet-y\nI'm real-you like, \"How could he be?\"\nIt's like, Roddy Ville, Robin still, y'all better knew some\nAct like you want some\nI'ma come around the corner, cock back, spot you, and throw some\nMost murderous verbalist, hurting, put burners to this\nSo Wyclef recruited me, Small World from the Norfclk\n\nDirty, Dirty, Dirty South\nI used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\nSaw my first AK\nI saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Uptown?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\nPolice are at the door, the magnum was by the ashtray (Little Haiti, y'all)\nHe 'bout to go out like Scarface (Jamaica)\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n\nWith thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\nSo you wan' be a thug?\n(To my thugs in ATL) you wan' push drugs?\n(To my thugs living in Dallas) you want the cars and the videos?\n(Thug angels in the Birmingham)\nLet me tell you how it really goes, let's go\n\nWatch out for the beasts\nWatch out if you got a seed, homie\n'Cause you don't want your kids growing up\nThinkin' they never had no daddy\n\nBig Pun, rest in peace, forever\nBronx, pour some liquor, ah!\nSlang Ton, rest in peace (thug angels)\nFrom the Outsidaz, pour some liquor, ah! (let's go)\nPolice is on the loose\nWatch yourself, y'all saw what they did to Diallo\nAin't no pushing\nBack up, back up, back up, back up, back up\nGet yo' hands out my pocket!\nY'all know like I said on my last album\nThe record's not over yet\nBack up, back up, back up\n\nYou nigga, you better turn music down! I call 911!\nYou gon' do what?\n\n(Woy!) Yo, turn up your musics louder\n(Woy!) All my people in the system Jeep\n(Woy!) All my people going to school early in the morning\n(Woy!) All my people in the college dorms, talk to them\n\nGrenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\nAswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\nGrenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\nAswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n\n(Woy!) BouleYard\n(Woy!) Miami\n(Woy!) Ayiti\n(Woy!) All my people in the back, let me see your hands up\n(Woy!) All my people in the front, let me see your hands up\n(Woy!) We ain't gon' stop this CD, come on\n(Woy!) Yo, I got up my man up in here, all the way from Haiti\n(Woy!) He wanna talk to y'all, yo tell em that time is it, yo\n\nGrenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\nAswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\nGrenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\nAswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n\n(Woy!) Eastern Parkway\n(Woy!) We gon' come see y'all (come on)\n(Woy!) Everybody in the front, let me see those hands up\n(Woy!) Aight, on the count of three, we gon' jump, come on\n(Woy!) One, two\n(Woy!) One, two, one, two, three, four\n(Woy!)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.26] Refugees, yo, all you say\n[00:02.91] Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n[00:04.58] I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n[00:09.04] Saw my first AK\n[00:10.70] I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[00:13.47] (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n[00:16.55] (New York city, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n[00:19.52] (Look at shorty y'all) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\n[00:22.81] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[00:26.16] With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n[00:29.12] So you wanna be a thug?\n[00:30.68] (To all my thugs in Houston) you wan' push drugs?\n[00:33.02] (To all my thugs in Memphis) you want the cars and the videos?\n[00:36.47] (To the Jacksonville thug angels) let me tell you how it really goes\n[00:39.79] I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n[00:42.60] Until I heard, \"Woop-woop!\", that \"Sound of Da Police,\" should I pull over? (Let's go)\n[00:45.98] He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n[00:49.00] His face was pale and long, he looked like cold day in December\n[00:52.23] Now let me ask the trooper something, \"Should I slow down and be a good camper?\" (Uh-huh)\n[00:55.42] I heard a young thug scream, \"It depends what you got in the Bimmer!\"\n[00:58.22] Now I got two choices, I could blast him and become most wanted in America\n[01:01.59] Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco and get Johnnie Cochran to be my lawyer\n[01:05.21] Oh, Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n[01:08.26] If I get locked up, I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n[01:11.56] 'Cause this a Saturday, and it's a holiday\n[01:14.56] Now I gotta spend a weekend in the South in jail\n[01:16.15] But you told me that crime paid in the\n[01:17.48] Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n[01:19.02] I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n[01:23.62] Saw my first AK (uh-huh)\n[01:25.54] I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[01:28.29] What about Brooklyn? (Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)\n[01:29.64] They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n[01:31.61] Police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n[01:35.53] He 'bout to go out like Scarface (hey)\n[01:37.44] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[01:40.69] With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n[01:43.67] So you wan' be a thug?\n[01:44.35] (My thugs in Chicago) you wan' push drugs?\n[01:47.99] (My thugs in Orlando) you want the cars and the videos?\n[01:51.44] (To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami)\n[01:54.17] So you a killer, how many people did you kill?\n[01:57.56] You a dealer, how many drugs did you deal-uh?\n[02:00.76] For real-uh, used to sell crack on the hill-uh\n[02:03.73] Yeah, right! My name is Elvis, and your wife is Priscilla\n[02:06.86] You're an actor, you need a part in this thriller\n[02:09.75] Hold up, ain't no need to bust your four-fif'-uh\n[02:13.30] It's two of us, one of us is bound to leave here in a coma\n[02:15.96] So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker at the\n[02:19.27] Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n[02:21.01] I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n[02:25.49] Saw my first AK\n[02:27.26] I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[02:30.01] (What about New Orleans?) they need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n[02:33.24] (New York City, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n[02:36.12] (Look at shorty, dog) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\n[02:39.47] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[02:42.80] With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n[02:45.80] So you wan' be a thug?\n[02:47.29] (To my thugs in Tampa) you wan' push drugs?\n[02:50.32] (To my thugs in Detroit) you want the cars and the videos?\n[02:53.04] (To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina)\n[02:55.39] Let me tell you how it really goes\n[02:56.26] The South, the dirtiest\n[02:57.75] Knew that it's not, you heard it is\n[02:59.61] Y'all are the prettiest, purtiest cats, never heard of a gat\n[03:02.39] I'm the crookedest cat, jux-man, I'ma took that (take that)\n[03:05.43] Get it, try to get it off, wholesale or cook that (cook -)\n[03:08.79] N-, I keeps plenty caps that I autograph attach\n[03:12.25] Huh, smack p- n-, they look to the back, huh\n[03:15.53] You shook of me, you knowing I leave you all bullet-y\n[03:19.02] I'm real-you like, \"How could he be?\"\n[03:21.22] It's like, Roddy Ville, Robin still, y'all better knew some\n[03:24.49] Act like you want some\n[03:25.07] I'ma come around the corner, cock back, spot you, and throw some\n[03:27.85] Most murderous verbalist, hurting, put burners to this\n[03:30.65] So Wyclef recruited me, Small World from the Norfclk\n[03:34.12] Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n[03:35.56] I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n[03:40.10] Saw my first AK\n[03:42.08] I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[03:44.86] (What about Uptown?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n[03:48.09] Police are at the door, the magnum was by the ashtray (Little Haiti, y'all)\n[03:51.75] He 'bout to go out like Scarface (Jamaica)\n[03:54.19] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[03:57.12] With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n[04:00.36] So you wan' be a thug?\n[04:01.66] (To my thugs in ATL) you wan' push drugs?\n[04:04.92] (To my thugs living in Dallas) you want the cars and the videos?\n[04:08.06] (Thug angels in the Birmingham)\n[04:09.66] Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go\n[04:11.43] Watch out for the beasts\n[04:14.69] Watch out if you got a seed, homie\n[04:17.34] 'Cause you don't want your kids growing up\n[04:20.59] Thinkin' they never had no daddy\n[04:24.12] Big Pun, rest in peace, forever\n[04:27.34] Bronx, pour some liquor, ah!\n[04:30.78] Slang Ton, rest in peace (thug angels)\n[04:32.76] From the Outsidaz, pour some liquor, ah! (let's go)\n[04:37.83] Police is on the loose\n[04:39.83] Watch yourself, y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n[04:44.08] Ain't no pushing\n[04:46.55] Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up\n[04:48.85] Get yo' hands out my pocket!\n[04:52.17] Y'all know like I said on my last album\n[04:54.22] The record's not over yet\n[04:59.02] Back up, back up, back up\n[05:05.72] You nigga, you better turn music down! I call 911!\n[05:11.14] You gon' do what?\n[05:13.57] (Woy!) Yo, turn up your musics louder\n[05:16.52] (Woy!) All my people in the system Jeep\n[05:19.82] (Woy!) All my people going to school early in the morning\n[05:22.84] (Woy!) All my people in the college dorms, talk to them\n[05:25.52] Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n[05:29.37] Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n[05:32.12] Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n[05:35.53] Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n[05:38.24] (Woy!) BouleYard\n[05:41.69] (Woy!) Miami\n[05:44.46] (Woy!) Ayiti\n[05:47.80] (Woy!) All my people in the back, let me see your hands up\n[05:50.84] (Woy!) All my people in the front, let me see your hands up\n[05:53.79] (Woy!) We ain't gon' stop this CD, come on\n[05:57.17] (Woy!) Yo, I got up my man up in here, all the way from Haiti\n[06:00.19] (Woy!) He wanna talk to y'all, yo tell em that time is it, yo\n[06:03.19] Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n[06:06.41] Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n[06:09.44] Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n[06:12.57] Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n[06:15.66] (Woy!) Eastern Parkway\n[06:18.66] (Woy!) We gon' come see y'all (come on)\n[06:21.72] (Woy!) Everybody in the front, let me see those hands up\n[06:24.95] (Woy!) Aight, on the count of three, we gon' jump, come on\n[06:27.82] (Woy!) One, two\n[06:31.07] (Woy!) One, two, one, two, three, four\n[06:34.42] (Woy!)\n[06:35.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thug Angels\n  artist: Wyclef Jean\n  album: The Ecletic\n  duration_ms: 395918\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Refugees, yo, all you say\n  start_ms: 260\n  end_ms: 2910\n- text: Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  start_ms: 2910\n  end_ms: 4580\n- text: I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  start_ms: 4580\n  end_ms: 9040\n- text: Saw my first AK\n  start_ms: 9040\n  end_ms: 10700\n- text: I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  start_ms: 10700\n  end_ms: 13470\n- text: (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  start_ms: 13470\n  end_ms: 16550\n- text: (New York city, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n  start_ms: 16550\n  end_ms: 19520\n- text: (Look at shorty y'all) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\n  start_ms: 19520\n  end_ms: 22810\n- text: He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  start_ms: 22810\n  end_ms: 26160\n- text: With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  start_ms: 26160\n  end_ms: 29120\n- text: So you wanna be a thug?\n  start_ms: 29120\n  end_ms: 30680\n- text: (To all my thugs in Houston) you wan' push drugs?\n  start_ms: 30680\n  end_ms: 33020\n- text: (To all my thugs in Memphis) you want the cars and the videos?\n  start_ms: 33020\n  end_ms: 36470\n- text: (To the Jacksonville thug angels) let me tell you how it really goes\n  start_ms: 36470\n  end_ms: 39790\n- text: I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n  start_ms: 39790\n  end_ms: 42600\n- text: Until I heard, \"Woop-woop!\", that \"Sound of Da Police,\" should I pull over? (Let's go)\n  start_ms: 42600\n  end_ms: 45980\n- text: He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n  start_ms: 45980\n  end_ms: 49000\n- text: His face was pale and long, he looked like cold day in December\n  start_ms: 49000\n  end_ms: 52230\n- text: Now let me ask the trooper something, \"Should I slow down and be a good camper?\" (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 52230\n  end_ms: 55420\n- text: I heard a young thug scream, \"It depends what you got in the Bimmer!\"\n  start_ms: 55420\n  end_ms: 58220\n- text: Now I got two choices, I could blast him and become most wanted in America\n  start_ms: 58220\n  end_ms: 61590\n- text: Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco and get Johnnie Cochran to be my lawyer\n  start_ms: 61590\n  end_ms: 65210\n- text: Oh, Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n  start_ms: 65210\n  end_ms: 68260\n- text: If I get locked up, I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n  start_ms: 68260\n  end_ms: 71560\n- text: '''Cause this a Saturday, and it''s a holiday'\n  start_ms: 71560\n  end_ms: 74560\n- text: Now I gotta spend a weekend in the South in jail\n  start_ms: 74560\n  end_ms: 76150\n- text: But you told me that crime paid in the\n  start_ms: 76150\n  end_ms: 77480\n- text: Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  start_ms: 77480\n  end_ms: 79020\n- text: I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  start_ms: 79020\n  end_ms: 83620\n- text: Saw my first AK (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 83620\n  end_ms: 85540\n- text: I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  start_ms: 85540\n  end_ms: 88290\n- text: What about Brooklyn? (Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)\n  start_ms: 88290\n  end_ms: 89640\n- text: They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  start_ms: 89640\n  end_ms: 91610\n- text: Police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n  start_ms: 91610\n  end_ms: 95530\n- text: He 'bout to go out like Scarface (hey)\n  start_ms: 95530\n  end_ms: 97440\n- text: He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  start_ms: 97440\n  end_ms: 100690\n- text: With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  start_ms: 100690\n  end_ms: 103670\n- text: So you wan' be a thug?\n  start_ms: 103670\n  end_ms: 104350\n- text: (My thugs in Chicago) you wan' push drugs?\n  start_ms: 104350\n  end_ms: 107990\n- text: (My thugs in Orlando) you want the cars and the videos?\n  start_ms: 107990\n  end_ms: 111440\n- text: (To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami)\n  start_ms: 111440\n  end_ms: 114170\n- text: So you a killer, how many people did you kill?\n  start_ms: 114170\n  end_ms: 117560\n- text: You a dealer, how many drugs did you deal-uh?\n  start_ms: 117560\n  end_ms: 120760\n- text: For real-uh, used to sell crack on the hill-uh\n  start_ms: 120760\n  end_ms: 123730\n- text: Yeah, right! My name is Elvis, and your wife is Priscilla\n  start_ms: 123730\n  end_ms: 126860\n- text: You're an actor, you need a part in this thriller\n  start_ms: 126860\n  end_ms: 129750\n- text: Hold up, ain't no need to bust your four-fif'-uh\n  start_ms: 129750\n  end_ms: 133300\n- text: It's two of us, one of us is bound to leave here in a coma\n  start_ms: 133300\n  end_ms: 135960\n- text: So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker at the\n  start_ms: 135960\n  end_ms: 139270\n- text: Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  start_ms: 139270\n  end_ms: 141010\n- text: I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  start_ms: 141010\n  end_ms: 145490\n- text: Saw my first AK\n  start_ms: 145490\n  end_ms: 147260\n- text: I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  start_ms: 147260\n  end_ms: 150010\n- text: (What about New Orleans?) they need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  start_ms: 150010\n  end_ms: 153240\n- text: (New York City, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n  start_ms: 153240\n  end_ms: 156120\n- text: (Look at shorty, dog) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\n  start_ms: 156120\n  end_ms: 159470\n- text: He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  start_ms: 159470\n  end_ms: 162800\n- text: With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  start_ms: 162800\n  end_ms: 165800\n- text: So you wan' be a thug?\n  start_ms: 165800\n  end_ms: 167290\n- text: (To my thugs in Tampa) you wan' push drugs?\n  start_ms: 167290\n  end_ms: 170320\n- text: (To my thugs in Detroit) you want the cars and the videos?\n  start_ms: 170320\n  end_ms: 173040\n- text: (To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina)\n  start_ms: 173040\n  end_ms: 175390\n- text: Let me tell you how it really goes\n  start_ms: 175390\n  end_ms: 176260\n- text: The South, the dirtiest\n  start_ms: 176260\n  end_ms: 177750\n- text: Knew that it's not, you heard it is\n  start_ms: 177750\n  end_ms: 179610\n- text: Y'all are the prettiest, purtiest cats, never heard of a gat\n  start_ms: 179610\n  end_ms: 182390\n- text: I'm the crookedest cat, jux-man, I'ma took that (take that)\n  start_ms: 182390\n  end_ms: 185430\n- text: Get it, try to get it off, wholesale or cook that (cook -)\n  start_ms: 185430\n  end_ms: 188790\n- text: N-, I keeps plenty caps that I autograph attach\n  start_ms: 188790\n  end_ms: 192250\n- text: Huh, smack p- n-, they look to the back, huh\n  start_ms: 192250\n  end_ms: 195530\n- text: You shook of me, you knowing I leave you all bullet-y\n  start_ms: 195530\n  end_ms: 199020\n- text: I'm real-you like, \"How could he be?\"\n  start_ms: 199020\n  end_ms: 201220\n- text: It's like, Roddy Ville, Robin still, y'all better knew some\n  start_ms: 201220\n  end_ms: 204490\n- text: Act like you want some\n  start_ms: 204490\n  end_ms: 205070\n- text: I'ma come around the corner, cock back, spot you, and throw some\n  start_ms: 205070\n  end_ms: 207850\n- text: Most murderous verbalist, hurting, put burners to this\n  start_ms: 207850\n  end_ms: 210650\n- text: So Wyclef recruited me, Small World from the Norfclk\n  start_ms: 210650\n  end_ms: 214120\n- text: Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  start_ms: 214120\n  end_ms: 215560\n- text: I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  start_ms: 215560\n  end_ms: 220100\n- text: Saw my first AK\n  start_ms: 220100\n  end_ms: 222080\n- text: I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  start_ms: 222080\n  end_ms: 224860\n- text: (What about Uptown?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  start_ms: 224860\n  end_ms: 228090\n- text: Police are at the door, the magnum was by the ashtray (Little Haiti, y'all)\n  start_ms: 228090\n  end_ms: 231750\n- text: He 'bout to go out like Scarface (Jamaica)\n  start_ms: 231750\n  end_ms: 234190\n- text: He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  start_ms: 234190\n  end_ms: 237120\n- text: With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  start_ms: 237120\n  end_ms: 240360\n- text: So you wan' be a thug?\n  start_ms: 240360\n  end_ms: 241660\n- text: (To my thugs in ATL) you wan' push drugs?\n  start_ms: 241660\n  end_ms: 244920\n- text: (To my thugs living in Dallas) you want the cars and the videos?\n  start_ms: 244920\n  end_ms: 248060\n- text: (Thug angels in the Birmingham)\n  start_ms: 248060\n  end_ms: 249660\n- text: Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go\n  start_ms: 249660\n  end_ms: 251430\n- text: Watch out for the beasts\n  start_ms: 251430\n  end_ms: 254690\n- text: Watch out if you got a seed, homie\n  start_ms: 254690\n  end_ms: 257340\n- text: '''Cause you don''t want your kids growing up'\n  start_ms: 257340\n  end_ms: 260590\n- text: Thinkin' they never had no daddy\n  start_ms: 260590\n  end_ms: 264120\n- text: Big Pun, rest in peace, forever\n  start_ms: 264120\n  end_ms: 267340\n- text: Bronx, pour some liquor, ah!\n  start_ms: 267340\n  end_ms: 270780\n- text: Slang Ton, rest in peace (thug angels)\n  start_ms: 270780\n  end_ms: 272760\n- text: From the Outsidaz, pour some liquor, ah! (let's go)\n  start_ms: 272760\n  end_ms: 277830\n- text: Police is on the loose\n  start_ms: 277830\n  end_ms: 279830\n- text: Watch yourself, y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n  start_ms: 279830\n  end_ms: 284080\n- text: Ain't no pushing\n  start_ms: 284080\n  end_ms: 286550\n- text: Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up\n  start_ms: 286550\n  end_ms: 288850\n- text: Get yo' hands out my pocket!\n  start_ms: 288850\n  end_ms: 292170\n- text: Y'all know like I said on my last album\n  start_ms: 292170\n  end_ms: 294220\n- text: The record's not over yet\n  start_ms: 294220\n  end_ms: 299020\n- text: Back up, back up, back up\n  start_ms: 299020\n  end_ms: 305720\n- text: You nigga, you better turn music down! I call 911!\n  start_ms: 305720\n  end_ms: 311140\n- text: You gon' do what?\n  start_ms: 311140\n  end_ms: 313570\n- text: (Woy!) Yo, turn up your musics louder\n  start_ms: 313570\n  end_ms: 316520\n- text: (Woy!) All my people in the system Jeep\n  start_ms: 316520\n  end_ms: 319820\n- text: (Woy!) All my people going to school early in the morning\n  start_ms: 319820\n  end_ms: 322840\n- text: (Woy!) All my people in the college dorms, talk to them\n  start_ms: 322840\n  end_ms: 325520\n- text: Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  start_ms: 325520\n  end_ms: 329370\n- text: Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n  start_ms: 329370\n  end_ms: 332120\n- text: Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  start_ms: 332120\n  end_ms: 335530\n- text: Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n  start_ms: 335530\n  end_ms: 338240\n- text: (Woy!) BouleYard\n  start_ms: 338240\n  end_ms: 341690\n- text: (Woy!) Miami\n  start_ms: 341690\n  end_ms: 344460\n- text: (Woy!) Ayiti\n  start_ms: 344460\n  end_ms: 347800\n- text: (Woy!) All my people in the back, let me see your hands up\n  start_ms: 347800\n  end_ms: 350840\n- text: (Woy!) All my people in the front, let me see your hands up\n  start_ms: 350840\n  end_ms: 353790\n- text: (Woy!) We ain't gon' stop this CD, come on\n  start_ms: 353790\n  end_ms: 357170\n- text: (Woy!) Yo, I got up my man up in here, all the way from Haiti\n  start_ms: 357170\n  end_ms: 360190\n- text: (Woy!) He wanna talk to y'all, yo tell em that time is it, yo\n  start_ms: 360190\n  end_ms: 363190\n- text: Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  start_ms: 363190\n  end_ms: 366410\n- text: Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n  start_ms: 366410\n  end_ms: 369440\n- text: Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  start_ms: 369440\n  end_ms: 372570\n- text: Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n  start_ms: 372570\n  end_ms: 375660\n- text: (Woy!) Eastern Parkway\n  start_ms: 375660\n  end_ms: 378660\n- text: (Woy!) We gon' come see y'all (come on)\n  start_ms: 378660\n  end_ms: 381720\n- text: (Woy!) Everybody in the front, let me see those hands up\n  start_ms: 381720\n  end_ms: 384950\n- text: (Woy!) Aight, on the count of three, we gon' jump, come on\n  start_ms: 384950\n  end_ms: 387820\n- text: (Woy!) One, two\n  start_ms: 387820\n  end_ms: 391070\n- text: (Woy!) One, two, one, two, three, four\n  start_ms: 391070\n  end_ms: 394420\n- text: (Woy!)\n  start_ms: 394420\n  end_ms: 395150\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 395150\nplain: |-\n  Refugees, yo, all you say\n\n  Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  Saw my first AK\n  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  (New York city, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n  (Look at shorty y'all) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n\n  With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  (To all my thugs in Houston) you wan' push drugs?\n  (To all my thugs in Memphis) you want the cars and the videos?\n  (To the Jacksonville thug angels) let me tell you how it really goes\n\n  I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n  Until I heard, \"Woop-woop!\", that \"Sound of Da Police,\" should I pull over? (Let's go)\n  He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n  His face was pale and long, he looked like cold day in December\n\n  Now let me ask the trooper something, \"Should I slow down and be a good camper?\" (Uh-huh)\n  I heard a young thug scream, \"It depends what you got in the Bimmer!\"\n  Now I got two choices, I could blast him and become most wanted in America\n  Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco and get Johnnie Cochran to be my lawyer\n\n  Oh, Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n  If I get locked up, I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n  'Cause this a Saturday, and it's a holiday\n  Now I gotta spend a weekend in the South in jail\n  But you told me that crime paid in the\n\n  Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  Saw my first AK (uh-huh)\n  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  What about Brooklyn? (Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)\n  They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  Police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n  He 'bout to go out like Scarface (hey)\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n\n  With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  So you wan' be a thug?\n  (My thugs in Chicago) you wan' push drugs?\n  (My thugs in Orlando) you want the cars and the videos?\n  (To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami)\n\n  So you a killer, how many people did you kill?\n  You a dealer, how many drugs did you deal-uh?\n  For real-uh, used to sell crack on the hill-uh\n  Yeah, right! My name is Elvis, and your wife is Priscilla\n  You're an actor, you need a part in this thriller\n  Hold up, ain't no need to bust your four-fif'-uh\n  It's two of us, one of us is bound to leave here in a coma\n  So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker at the\n\n  Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  Saw my first AK\n  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about New Orleans?) they need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  (New York City, y'all) police are at the door the magnum was by the ashtray\n  (Look at shorty, dog) he 'bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n\n  With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  So you wan' be a thug?\n  (To my thugs in Tampa) you wan' push drugs?\n  (To my thugs in Detroit) you want the cars and the videos?\n  (To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina)\n  Let me tell you how it really goes\n\n  The South, the dirtiest\n  Knew that it's not, you heard it is\n  Y'all are the prettiest, purtiest cats, never heard of a gat\n  I'm the crookedest cat, jux-man, I'ma took that (take that)\n  Get it, try to get it off, wholesale or cook that (cook -)\n  N-, I keeps plenty caps that I autograph attach\n  Huh, smack p- n-, they look to the back, huh\n\n  You shook of me, you knowing I leave you all bullet-y\n  I'm real-you like, \"How could he be?\"\n  It's like, Roddy Ville, Robin still, y'all better knew some\n  Act like you want some\n  I'ma come around the corner, cock back, spot you, and throw some\n  Most murderous verbalist, hurting, put burners to this\n  So Wyclef recruited me, Small World from the Norfclk\n\n  Dirty, Dirty, Dirty South\n  I used to play ball at the YMCA, in LA\n  Saw my first AK\n  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Uptown?) They need to chill with the gunplay, hey\n  Police are at the door, the magnum was by the ashtray (Little Haiti, y'all)\n  He 'bout to go out like Scarface (Jamaica)\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n\n  With thug angels singing, saying, \"Ha-ha-ha-ha\"\n  So you wan' be a thug?\n  (To my thugs in ATL) you wan' push drugs?\n  (To my thugs living in Dallas) you want the cars and the videos?\n  (Thug angels in the Birmingham)\n  Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go\n\n  Watch out for the beasts\n  Watch out if you got a seed, homie\n  'Cause you don't want your kids growing up\n  Thinkin' they never had no daddy\n\n  Big Pun, rest in peace, forever\n  Bronx, pour some liquor, ah!\n  Slang Ton, rest in peace (thug angels)\n  From the Outsidaz, pour some liquor, ah! (let's go)\n  Police is on the loose\n  Watch yourself, y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n  Ain't no pushing\n  Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up\n  Get yo' hands out my pocket!\n  Y'all know like I said on my last album\n  The record's not over yet\n  Back up, back up, back up\n\n  You nigga, you better turn music down! I call 911!\n  You gon' do what?\n\n  (Woy!) Yo, turn up your musics louder\n  (Woy!) All my people in the system Jeep\n  (Woy!) All my people going to school early in the morning\n  (Woy!) All my people in the college dorms, talk to them\n\n  Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n  Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n\n  (Woy!) BouleYard\n  (Woy!) Miami\n  (Woy!) Ayiti\n  (Woy!) All my people in the back, let me see your hands up\n  (Woy!) All my people in the front, let me see your hands up\n  (Woy!) We ain't gon' stop this CD, come on\n  (Woy!) Yo, I got up my man up in here, all the way from Haiti\n  (Woy!) He wanna talk to y'all, yo tell em that time is it, yo\n\n  Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n  Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w\n  Aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi-yas! Yas, manman\n\n  (Woy!) Eastern Parkway\n  (Woy!) We gon' come see y'all (come on)\n  (Woy!) Everybody in the front, let me see those hands up\n  (Woy!) Aight, on the count of three, we gon' jump, come on\n  (Woy!) One, two\n  (Woy!) One, two, one, two, three, four\n  (Woy!)\n"},{"id":24166092,"name":"Thug Angels","trackName":"Thug Angels","artistName":"Wyclef Jean","albumName":"Soul Patrol","duration":115.80081632653061,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Refugees yo. all you say\n\nDirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n(New York city y'all) Police are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\nHe bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\nUh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nAhh-ahh-ahh-\nTo all my thugs in Houston\nYou wan' push drugs?\nTo all my thugs in Memphis\nYou want the cars in the videos?\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\nTo the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n\nI'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\nUntil I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\nHe had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\nHis face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\nNow let me ask the truth or somethin '\nShould I slow down and be a good camper?\nI heard a young thug scream,\n\"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\nNow I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\nOr I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\nAnd get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\nOhh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\nIf I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\nCause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\nNow I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\nBut you told me that crime pay\nThe Dirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\nPolice are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\nHe bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\nUh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nAhh-ahh-ahh-\nTo all my thugs in Chicago\nYou wan' push drugs?\nTo all my thugs in Orlando\nYou want the cars in the videos?\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\nTo V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n\nSo you a killa, how many people did you kill?\nYou a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\nFor'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\nYeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\nYou're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\nHold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\nIt's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\nSo say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\nAt the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n(New York City y'all) Police are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray\n(Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nTo my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\nTo my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\nTo the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\nLet me tell you how it really goes\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nTo my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\nTo my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\nThug Angels in the Birmingham\nLet me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n\nWatch out, for the beasts\nWatch out, if you got a seed homie\nCause you don't want your kids growin up\nThinkin they never had no daddy\nBig Pun, rest in peace forever\nBronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\nSlang Tom, rest in peace\nPolice is in the news, watch yourself\nY'all saw what they did to Diallo\nYeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\nYou gon' do WHAT?\nWAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\nWAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\nWAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\nWAIT! Eastern Parkway","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thug Angels\n  artist: Wyclef Jean\n  album: Soul Patrol\n  duration_ms: 115801\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Refugees yo. all you say\n\n  Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  (New York city y'all) Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\n  He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\n  Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  To all my thugs in Houston\n  You wan' push drugs?\n  To all my thugs in Memphis\n  You want the cars in the videos?\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n  To the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n\n  I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n  Until I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\n  He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n  His face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\n  Now let me ask the truth or somethin '\n  Should I slow down and be a good camper?\n  I heard a young thug scream,\n  \"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\n  Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\n  Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\n  And get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\n  Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n  If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n  Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\n  Now I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\n  But you told me that crime pay\n  The Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n  He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\n  Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  To all my thugs in Chicago\n  You wan' push drugs?\n  To all my thugs in Orlando\n  You want the cars in the videos?\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n  To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n\n  So you a killa, how many people did you kill?\n  You a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\n  For'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\n  Yeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\n  You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\n  Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\n  It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\n  So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\n  At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  (New York City y'all) Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray\n  (Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  To my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\n  To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\n  To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\n  Let me tell you how it really goes\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  To my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\n  To my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\n  Thug Angels in the Birmingham\n  Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n\n  Watch out, for the beasts\n  Watch out, if you got a seed homie\n  Cause you don't want your kids growin up\n  Thinkin they never had no daddy\n  Big Pun, rest in peace forever\n  Bronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\n  Slang Tom, rest in peace\n  Police is in the news, watch yourself\n  Y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n  Yeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\n  You gon' do WHAT?\n  WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\n  WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\n  WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\n  WAIT! Eastern Parkway\n"},{"id":22455482,"name":"Thug Angels","trackName":"Thug Angels","artistName":"Wyclef Jean","albumName":"The Ecleftic: 2 Sides II a Book","duration":407.069325,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Refugees yo. all you say\n\nDirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n(New York city y'all) Police are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\nHe bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\nUh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nAhh-ahh-ahh-\nTo all my thugs in Houston\nYou wan' push drugs?\nTo all my thugs in Memphis\nYou want the cars in the videos?\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\nTo the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n\nI'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\nUntil I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\nHe had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\nHis face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\nNow let me ask the truth or somethin '\nShould I slow down and be a good camper?\nI heard a young thug scream,\n\"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\nNow I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\nOr I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\nAnd get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\nOhh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\nIf I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\nCause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\nNow I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\nBut you told me that crime pay\nThe Dirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\nPolice are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\nHe bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\nUh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nAhh-ahh-ahh-\nTo all my thugs in Chicago\nYou wan' push drugs?\nTo all my thugs in Orlando\nYou want the cars in the videos?\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\nTo V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n\nSo you a killa, how many people did you kill?\nYou a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\nFor'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\nYeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\nYou're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\nHold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\nIt's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\nSo say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\nAt the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n(New York City y'all) Police are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray\n(Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nTo my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\nTo my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\nTo the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\nLet me tell you how it really goes\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nTo my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\nTo my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\nThug Angels in the Birmingham\nLet me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n\nWatch out, for the beasts\nWatch out, if you got a seed homie\nCause you don't want your kids growin up\nThinkin they never had no daddy\nBig Pun, rest in peace forever\nBronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\nSlang Tom, rest in peace\nPolice is in the news, watch yourself\nY'all saw what they did to Diallo\nYeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\nYou gon' do WHAT?\nWAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\nWAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\nWAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\nWAIT! Eastern Parkway","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thug Angels\n  artist: Wyclef Jean\n  album: 'The Ecleftic: 2 Sides II a Book'\n  duration_ms: 407069\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Refugees yo. all you say\n\n  Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  (New York city y'all) Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\n  He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\n  Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  To all my thugs in Houston\n  You wan' push drugs?\n  To all my thugs in Memphis\n  You want the cars in the videos?\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n  To the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n\n  I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n  Until I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\n  He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n  His face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\n  Now let me ask the truth or somethin '\n  Should I slow down and be a good camper?\n  I heard a young thug scream,\n  \"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\n  Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\n  Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\n  And get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\n  Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n  If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n  Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\n  Now I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\n  But you told me that crime pay\n  The Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n  He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\n  Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  To all my thugs in Chicago\n  You wan' push drugs?\n  To all my thugs in Orlando\n  You want the cars in the videos?\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n  To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n\n  So you a killa, how many people did you kill?\n  You a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\n  For'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\n  Yeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\n  You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\n  Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\n  It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\n  So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\n  At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  (New York City y'all) Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray\n  (Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  To my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\n  To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\n  To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\n  Let me tell you how it really goes\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  To my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\n  To my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\n  Thug Angels in the Birmingham\n  Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n\n  Watch out, for the beasts\n  Watch out, if you got a seed homie\n  Cause you don't want your kids growin up\n  Thinkin they never had no daddy\n  Big Pun, rest in peace forever\n  Bronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\n  Slang Tom, rest in peace\n  Police is in the news, watch yourself\n  Y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n  Yeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\n  You gon' do WHAT?\n  WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\n  WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\n  WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\n  WAIT! Eastern Parkway\n"},{"id":21981158,"name":"Thug Angels","trackName":"Thug Angels","artistName":"Wyclef Jean","albumName":"The Ecleftic","duration":415.317333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Refugees yo. all you say\n\nDirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n(New York city y'all) Police are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\nHe bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\nUh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nAhh-ahh-ahh-\nTo all my thugs in Houston\nYou wan' push drugs?\nTo all my thugs in Memphis\nYou want the cars in the videos?\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\nTo the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n\nI'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\nUntil I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\nHe had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\nHis face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\nNow let me ask the truth or somethin '\nShould I slow down and be a good camper?\nI heard a young thug scream,\n\"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\nNow I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\nOr I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\nAnd get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\nOhh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\nIf I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\nCause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\nNow I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\nBut you told me that crime pay\nThe Dirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\nPolice are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\nHe bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\nUh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nAhh-ahh-ahh-\nTo all my thugs in Chicago\nYou wan' push drugs?\nTo all my thugs in Orlando\nYou want the cars in the videos?\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\nTo V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n\nSo you a killa, how many people did you kill?\nYou a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\nFor'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\nYeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\nYou're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\nHold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\nIt's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\nSo say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\nAt the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n(New York City y'all) Police are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray\n(Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nTo my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\nTo my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\nTo the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\nLet me tell you how it really goes\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nTo my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\nTo my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\nThug Angels in the Birmingham\nLet me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n\nWatch out, for the beasts\nWatch out, if you got a seed homie\nCause you don't want your kids growin up\nThinkin they never had no daddy\nBig Pun, rest in peace forever\nBronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\nSlang Tom, rest in peace\nPolice is in the news, watch yourself\nY'all saw what they did to Diallo\nYeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\nYou gon' do WHAT?\nWAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\nWAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\nWAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\nWAIT! Eastern Parkway","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thug Angels\n  artist: Wyclef Jean\n  album: The Ecleftic\n  duration_ms: 415317\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Refugees yo. all you say\n\n  Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  (New York city y'all) Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\n  He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\n  Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  To all my thugs in Houston\n  You wan' push drugs?\n  To all my thugs in Memphis\n  You want the cars in the videos?\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n  To the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n\n  I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n  Until I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\n  He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n  His face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\n  Now let me ask the truth or somethin '\n  Should I slow down and be a good camper?\n  I heard a young thug scream,\n  \"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\n  Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\n  Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\n  And get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\n  Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n  If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n  Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\n  Now I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\n  But you told me that crime pay\n  The Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n  He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\n  Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  To all my thugs in Chicago\n  You wan' push drugs?\n  To all my thugs in Orlando\n  You want the cars in the videos?\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n  To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n\n  So you a killa, how many people did you kill?\n  You a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\n  For'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\n  Yeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\n  You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\n  Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\n  It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\n  So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\n  At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  (New York City y'all) Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray\n  (Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  To my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\n  To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\n  To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\n  Let me tell you how it really goes\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  To my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\n  To my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\n  Thug Angels in the Birmingham\n  Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n\n  Watch out, for the beasts\n  Watch out, if you got a seed homie\n  Cause you don't want your kids growin up\n  Thinkin they never had no daddy\n  Big Pun, rest in peace forever\n  Bronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\n  Slang Tom, rest in peace\n  Police is in the news, watch yourself\n  Y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n  Yeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\n  You gon' do WHAT?\n  WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\n  WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\n  WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\n  WAIT! Eastern Parkway\n"},{"id":21590828,"name":"Thug Angels","trackName":"Thug Angels","artistName":"Wyclef Jean","albumName":"The Ecleftic","duration":417.985325,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Refugees yo. all you say\n\nDirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n(New York city y'all) Police are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\nHe bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\nUh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nAhh-ahh-ahh-\nTo all my thugs in Houston\nYou wan' push drugs?\nTo all my thugs in Memphis\nYou want the cars in the videos?\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\nTo the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n\nI'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\nUntil I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\nHe had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\nHis face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\nNow let me ask the truth or somethin '\nShould I slow down and be a good camper?\nI heard a young thug scream,\n\"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\nNow I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\nOr I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\nAnd get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\nOhh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\nIf I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\nCause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\nNow I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\nBut you told me that crime pay\nThe Dirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\nPolice are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\nHe bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\nUh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nAhh-ahh-ahh-\nTo all my thugs in Chicago\nYou wan' push drugs?\nTo all my thugs in Orlando\nYou want the cars in the videos?\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\nTo V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n\nSo you a killa, how many people did you kill?\nYou a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\nFor'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\nYeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\nYou're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\nHold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\nIt's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\nSo say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\nAt the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n(New York City y'all) Police are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray\n(Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nTo my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\nTo my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\nTo the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\nLet me tell you how it really goes\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nTo my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\nTo my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\nThug Angels in the Birmingham\nLet me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n\nWatch out, for the beasts\nWatch out, if you got a seed homie\nCause you don't want your kids growin up\nThinkin they never had no daddy\nBig Pun, rest in peace forever\nBronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\nSlang Tom, rest in peace\nPolice is in the news, watch yourself\nY'all saw what they did to Diallo\nYeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\nYou gon' do WHAT?\nWAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\nWAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\nWAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\nWAIT! Eastern Parkway","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thug Angels\n  artist: Wyclef Jean\n  album: The Ecleftic\n  duration_ms: 417985\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Refugees yo. all you say\n\n  Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  (New York city y'all) Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\n  He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\n  Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  To all my thugs in Houston\n  You wan' push drugs?\n  To all my thugs in Memphis\n  You want the cars in the videos?\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n  To the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n\n  I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n  Until I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\n  He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n  His face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\n  Now let me ask the truth or somethin '\n  Should I slow down and be a good camper?\n  I heard a young thug scream,\n  \"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\n  Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\n  Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\n  And get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\n  Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n  If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n  Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\n  Now I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\n  But you told me that crime pay\n  The Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n  He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\n  Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  To all my thugs in Chicago\n  You wan' push drugs?\n  To all my thugs in Orlando\n  You want the cars in the videos?\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n  To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n\n  So you a killa, how many people did you kill?\n  You a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\n  For'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\n  Yeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\n  You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\n  Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\n  It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\n  So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\n  At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  (New York City y'all) Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray\n  (Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  To my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\n  To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\n  To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\n  Let me tell you how it really goes\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  To my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\n  To my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\n  Thug Angels in the Birmingham\n  Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n\n  Watch out, for the beasts\n  Watch out, if you got a seed homie\n  Cause you don't want your kids growin up\n  Thinkin they never had no daddy\n  Big Pun, rest in peace forever\n  Bronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\n  Slang Tom, rest in peace\n  Police is in the news, watch yourself\n  Y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n  Yeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\n  You gon' do WHAT?\n  WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\n  WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\n  WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\n  WAIT! Eastern Parkway\n"},{"id":24814332,"name":"Thug Angels","trackName":"Thug Angels","artistName":"Wyclef Jean","albumName":"The Ecleftic: 2 Sides II a Book","duration":415.322667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Refugees yo. all you say\n\nDirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n(New York city y'all) Police are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\nHe bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\nUh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nAhh-ahh-ahh-\nTo all my thugs in Houston\nYou wan' push drugs?\nTo all my thugs in Memphis\nYou want the cars in the videos?\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\nTo the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n\nI'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\nUntil I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\nHe had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\nHis face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\nNow let me ask the truth or somethin '\nShould I slow down and be a good camper?\nI heard a young thug scream,\n\"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\nNow I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\nOr I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\nAnd get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\nOhh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\nIf I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\nCause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\nNow I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\nBut you told me that crime pay\nThe Dirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\nPolice are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\nHe bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\nUh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nAhh-ahh-ahh-\nTo all my thugs in Chicago\nYou wan' push drugs?\nTo all my thugs in Orlando\nYou want the cars in the videos?\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\nTo V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n\nSo you a killa, how many people did you kill?\nYou a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\nFor'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\nYeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\nYou're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\nHold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\nIt's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\nSo say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\nAt the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n(New York City y'all) Police are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray\n(Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nTo my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\nTo my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\nTo the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\nLet me tell you how it really goes\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nTo my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\nTo my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\nThug Angels in the Birmingham\nLet me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n\nWatch out, for the beasts\nWatch out, if you got a seed homie\nCause you don't want your kids growin up\nThinkin they never had no daddy\nBig Pun, rest in peace forever\nBronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\nSlang Tom, rest in peace\nPolice is in the news, watch yourself\nY'all saw what they did to Diallo\nYeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\nYou gon' do WHAT?\nWAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\nWAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\nWAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\nWAIT! Eastern Parkway","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thug Angels\n  artist: Wyclef Jean\n  album: 'The Ecleftic: 2 Sides II a Book'\n  duration_ms: 415323\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Refugees yo. all you say\n\n  Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  (New York city y'all) Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\n  He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\n  Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  To all my thugs in Houston\n  You wan' push drugs?\n  To all my thugs in Memphis\n  You want the cars in the videos?\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n  To the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n\n  I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n  Until I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\n  He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n  His face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\n  Now let me ask the truth or somethin '\n  Should I slow down and be a good camper?\n  I heard a young thug scream,\n  \"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\n  Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\n  Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\n  And get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\n  Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n  If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n  Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\n  Now I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\n  But you told me that crime pay\n  The Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n  He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\n  Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  To all my thugs in Chicago\n  You wan' push drugs?\n  To all my thugs in Orlando\n  You want the cars in the videos?\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n  To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n\n  So you a killa, how many people did you kill?\n  You a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\n  For'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\n  Yeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\n  You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\n  Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\n  It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\n  So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\n  At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  (New York City y'all) Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray\n  (Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  To my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\n  To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\n  To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\n  Let me tell you how it really goes\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  To my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\n  To my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\n  Thug Angels in the Birmingham\n  Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n\n  Watch out, for the beasts\n  Watch out, if you got a seed homie\n  Cause you don't want your kids growin up\n  Thinkin they never had no daddy\n  Big Pun, rest in peace forever\n  Bronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\n  Slang Tom, rest in peace\n  Police is in the news, watch yourself\n  Y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n  Yeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\n  You gon' do WHAT?\n  WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\n  WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\n  WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\n  WAIT! Eastern Parkway\n"},{"id":11231944,"name":"Thug Angels","trackName":"Thug Angels","artistName":"Wyclef Jean","albumName":"Greatest Hits","duration":397.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Refugees yo. all you say\n\nDirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n(New York city y'all) Police are at the door\nthe Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\nHe bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nwith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\nuh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nahh-ahh-ahh-\nTo all my thugs in Houston\nYou wan' push drugs?\nTo all my thugs in Memphis\nyou want the cars in the videos?\nahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n{uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\nTo the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n\nI'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\nUntil I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\nHe had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\nHis face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\nNow let me ask the truth or somethin '\nshould I slow down and be a good camper?\nI heard a young thug scream,\n\"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\nNow I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\nOr I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\nand get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\nOhh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\nIf I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\nCause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\nNow I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\nbut you told me that crime pay\nThe Dirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\nPolice are at the door\nthe Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\nHe bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nwith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\nuh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nahh-ahh-ahh-\nTo all my thugs in Chicago\nYou wan' push drugs?\nTo all my thugs in Orlando\nyou want the cars in the videos?\nahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n{uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\nTo V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n\nSo you a killa, how many people did you kill?\nYou a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\nFor'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\nYeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\nYou're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\nHold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\nIt's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\nSo say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\nAt the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n(New York City y'all) Police are at the door\nthe Magnum was by the ashtray\n(Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nwith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n{uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n{uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nTo my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\nTo my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\nTo the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\nLet me tell you how it really goes\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nTo my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\nTo my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\nThug Angels in the Birmingham\nLet me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n\nWatch out, for the beasts\nWatch out, if you got a seed homie\ncause you don't want your kids growin up\nthinkin they never had no daddy\nBig Pun, rest in peace forever\nBronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\nSlang Tom, rest in peace\nPolice is in the news, watch yourself\nY'all saw what they did to Diallo\nYeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\nYou gon' do WHAT?\nWAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\nWAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\nWAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\nWAIT! Eastern Parkway","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thug Angels\n  artist: Wyclef Jean\n  album: Greatest Hits\n  duration_ms: 397000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Refugees yo. all you say\n\n  Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  (New York city y'all) Police are at the door\n  the Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\n  He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  with Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\n  uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  To all my thugs in Houston\n  You wan' push drugs?\n  To all my thugs in Memphis\n  you want the cars in the videos?\n  ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n  {uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n  To the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n\n  I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n  Until I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\n  He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n  His face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\n  Now let me ask the truth or somethin '\n  should I slow down and be a good camper?\n  I heard a young thug scream,\n  \"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\n  Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\n  Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\n  and get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\n  Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n  If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n  Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\n  Now I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\n  but you told me that crime pay\n  The Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  Police are at the door\n  the Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n  He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  with Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\n  uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  To all my thugs in Chicago\n  You wan' push drugs?\n  To all my thugs in Orlando\n  you want the cars in the videos?\n  ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n  {uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n  To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n\n  So you a killa, how many people did you kill?\n  You a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\n  For'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\n  Yeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\n  You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\n  Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\n  It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\n  So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\n  At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  (New York City y'all) Police are at the door\n  the Magnum was by the ashtray\n  (Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  with Thug Angels singin, sayin\n  {uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  {uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  To my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\n  To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\n  To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\n  Let me tell you how it really goes\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  To my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\n  To my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\n  Thug Angels in the Birmingham\n  Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n\n  Watch out, for the beasts\n  Watch out, if you got a seed homie\n  cause you don't want your kids growin up\n  thinkin they never had no daddy\n  Big Pun, rest in peace forever\n  Bronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\n  Slang Tom, rest in peace\n  Police is in the news, watch yourself\n  Y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n  Yeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\n  You gon' do WHAT?\n  WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\n  WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\n  WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\n  WAIT! Eastern Parkway\n"},{"id":35818451,"name":"Thug Angels","trackName":"Thug Angels","artistName":"Wyclef Jean","albumName":"Greatest Hits  (Compilation)","duration":399.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Refugees yo. all you say\n\nDirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n(New York city y'all) Police are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\nHe bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\nUh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nAhh-ahh-ahh-\nTo all my thugs in Houston\nYou wan' push drugs?\nTo all my thugs in Memphis\nYou want the cars in the videos?\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\nTo the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n\nI'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\nUntil I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\nHe had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\nHis face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\nNow let me ask the truth or somethin '\nShould I slow down and be a good camper?\nI heard a young thug scream,\n\"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\nNow I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\nOr I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\nAnd get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\nOhh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\nIf I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\nCause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\nNow I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\nBut you told me that crime pay\nThe Dirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\nPolice are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\nHe bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\nUh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nAhh-ahh-ahh-\nTo all my thugs in Chicago\nYou wan' push drugs?\nTo all my thugs in Orlando\nYou want the cars in the videos?\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\nTo V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n\nSo you a killa, how many people did you kill?\nYou a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\nFor'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\nYeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\nYou're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\nHold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\nIt's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\nSo say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\nAt the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n(New York City y'all) Police are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray\n(Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nTo my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\nTo my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\nTo the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\nLet me tell you how it really goes\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nTo my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\nTo my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\nThug Angels in the Birmingham\nLet me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n\nWatch out, for the beasts\nWatch out, if you got a seed homie\nCause you don't want your kids growin up\nThinkin they never had no daddy\nBig Pun, rest in peace forever\nBronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\nSlang Tom, rest in peace\nPolice is in the news, watch yourself\nY'all saw what they did to Diallo\nYeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\nYou gon' do WHAT?\nWAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\nWAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\nWAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\nWAIT! Eastern Parkway","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.48] Refugees yo. all you say\n[00:03.33] Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n[00:04.91] I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n[00:08.02] Sold my first A-K\n[00:11.24] I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[00:14.06] (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n[00:17.23] (New York city y'all) Police are at the door\n[00:20.02] The Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\n[00:23.64] He bout to go out like Scarface\n[00:24.52] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[00:26.07] With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n[00:28.32] Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n[00:29.83] So you wanna be a thug?\n[00:30.84] Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n[00:31.19] To all my thugs in Houston\n[00:32.05] You wan' push drugs?\n[00:33.99] To all my thugs in Memphis\n[00:35.44] You want the cars in the videos?\n[00:35.59] Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n[00:36.18] {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n[00:36.59] Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n[00:36.88] To the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n[00:39.01] I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n[00:42.63] Until I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\n[00:46.07] He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n[00:48.97] His face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\n[00:52.47] Now let me ask the truth or somethin '\n[00:54.71] Should I slow down and be a good camper?\n[00:55.65] I heard a young thug scream,\n[00:57.22] \"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\n[00:58.48] Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\n[01:01.72] Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\n[01:03.96] And get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\n[01:05.48] Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n[01:08.03] If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n[01:11.20] Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\n[01:14.36] Now I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\n[01:16.36] But you told me that crime pay\n[01:17.21] The Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n[01:19.79] I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n[01:23.87] Sold my first A-K\n[01:25.49] I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[01:28.22] (What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\n[01:31.00] Police are at the door\n[01:32.93] The Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n[01:34.29] He bout to go out like Scarface\n[01:37.87] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[01:40.62] With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n[01:42.24] Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n[01:43.86] So you wanna be a thug?\n[01:45.10] Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n[01:45.71] To all my thugs in Chicago\n[01:47.74] You wan' push drugs?\n[01:48.61] To all my thugs in Orlando\n[01:50.15] You want the cars in the videos?\n[01:51.72] Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n[01:52.07] {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n[01:52.32] Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n[01:52.63] To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n[01:54.12] So you a killa, how many people did you kill?\n[01:57.94] You a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\n[02:00.71] For'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\n[02:03.64] Yeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\n[02:07.28] You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\n[02:09.90] Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\n[02:13.19] It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\n[02:16.29] So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\n[02:19.05] At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n[02:21.65] I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n[02:25.80] Sold my first A-K\n[02:27.35] I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n[02:30.51] (What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n[02:32.49] (New York City y'all) Police are at the door\n[02:34.66] The Magnum was by the ashtray\n[02:36.53] (Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\n[02:39.92] He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n[02:43.04] With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n[02:44.69] {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n[02:45.25] Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n[02:47.19] {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n[02:47.74] Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n[02:48.05] So you wanna be a thug?\n[02:48.70] To my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\n[02:50.60] To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\n[02:52.76] To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\n[02:55.85] Let me tell you how it really goes\n[02:56.42] So you wanna be a thug?\n[02:58.04] To my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\n[03:01.17] To my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\n[03:02.35] Thug Angels in the Birmingham\n[03:03.55] Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n[03:04.51] Watch out, for the beasts\n[03:06.76] Watch out, if you got a seed homie\n[03:08.31] Cause you don't want your kids growin up\n[03:09.90] Thinkin they never had no daddy\n[03:10.26] Big Pun, rest in peace forever\n[03:11.48] Bronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\n[03:18.38] Slang Tom, rest in peace\n[03:19.32] Police is in the news, watch yourself\n[03:19.92] Y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n[03:20.87] Yeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\n[03:21.46] You gon' do WHAT?\n[03:22.05] WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\n[03:23.07] WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\n[03:26.21] WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\n[03:26.86] WAIT! Eastern Parkway\n[03:27.79] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thug Angels\n  artist: Wyclef Jean\n  album: Greatest Hits  (Compilation)\n  duration_ms: 399000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Refugees yo. all you say\n  start_ms: 1480\n  end_ms: 3330\n- text: Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  start_ms: 3330\n  end_ms: 4910\n- text: I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  start_ms: 4910\n  end_ms: 8020\n- text: Sold my first A-K\n  start_ms: 8020\n  end_ms: 11240\n- text: I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  start_ms: 11240\n  end_ms: 14060\n- text: (What about Texas?) 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My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\n  start_ms: 123640\n  end_ms: 127280\n- text: You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\n  start_ms: 127280\n  end_ms: 129900\n- text: Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\n  start_ms: 129900\n  end_ms: 133190\n- text: It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\n  start_ms: 133190\n  end_ms: 136290\n- text: So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\n  start_ms: 136290\n  end_ms: 139050\n- text: At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  start_ms: 139050\n  end_ms: 141650\n- text: I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  start_ms: 141650\n  end_ms: 145800\n- text: Sold my first A-K\n  start_ms: 145800\n  end_ms: 147350\n- text: I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  start_ms: 147350\n  end_ms: 150510\n- text: (What about New Orleans?) 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I call 911!\n  start_ms: 200870\n  end_ms: 201460\n- text: You gon' do WHAT?\n  start_ms: 201460\n  end_ms: 202050\n- text: WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\n  start_ms: 202050\n  end_ms: 203070\n- text: WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\n  start_ms: 203070\n  end_ms: 206210\n- text: WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\n  start_ms: 206210\n  end_ms: 206860\n- text: WAIT! Eastern Parkway\n  start_ms: 206860\n  end_ms: 207790\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 207790\nplain: |-\n  Refugees yo. all you say\n\n  Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  (New York city y'all) Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\n  He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\n  Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  To all my thugs in Houston\n  You wan' push drugs?\n  To all my thugs in Memphis\n  You want the cars in the videos?\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n  To the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n\n  I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n  Until I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\n  He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n  His face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\n  Now let me ask the truth or somethin '\n  Should I slow down and be a good camper?\n  I heard a young thug scream,\n  \"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\n  Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\n  Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\n  And get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\n  Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n  If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n  Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\n  Now I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\n  But you told me that crime pay\n  The Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n  He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\n  Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  To all my thugs in Chicago\n  You wan' push drugs?\n  To all my thugs in Orlando\n  You want the cars in the videos?\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n  To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n\n  So you a killa, how many people did you kill?\n  You a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\n  For'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\n  Yeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\n  You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\n  Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\n  It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\n  So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\n  At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  (New York City y'all) Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray\n  (Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  To my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\n  To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\n  To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\n  Let me tell you how it really goes\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  To my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\n  To my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\n  Thug Angels in the Birmingham\n  Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n\n  Watch out, for the beasts\n  Watch out, if you got a seed homie\n  Cause you don't want your kids growin up\n  Thinkin they never had no daddy\n  Big Pun, rest in peace forever\n  Bronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\n  Slang Tom, rest in peace\n  Police is in the news, watch yourself\n  Y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n  Yeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\n  You gon' do WHAT?\n  WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\n  WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\n  WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\n  WAIT! Eastern Parkway\n"},{"id":26444889,"name":"Thug angels","trackName":"Thug angels","artistName":"Wyclef Jean","albumName":"2 sides II a book","duration":395.891083,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Refugees yo. all you say\n\nDirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n(New York city y'all) Police are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\nHe bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\nUh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nAhh-ahh-ahh-\nTo all my thugs in Houston\nYou wan' push drugs?\nTo all my thugs in Memphis\nYou want the cars in the videos?\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\nTo the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n\nI'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\nUntil I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\nHe had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\nHis face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\nNow let me ask the truth or somethin '\nShould I slow down and be a good camper?\nI heard a young thug scream,\n\"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\nNow I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\nOr I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\nAnd get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\nOhh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\nIf I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\nCause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\nNow I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\nBut you told me that crime pay\nThe Dirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\nPolice are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\nHe bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\nUh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nAhh-ahh-ahh-\nTo all my thugs in Chicago\nYou wan' push drugs?\nTo all my thugs in Orlando\nYou want the cars in the videos?\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\nTo V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n\nSo you a killa, how many people did you kill?\nYou a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\nFor'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\nYeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\nYou're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\nHold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\nIt's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\nSo say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\nAt the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n(New York City y'all) Police are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray\n(Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nTo my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\nTo my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\nTo the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\nLet me tell you how it really goes\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nTo my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\nTo my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\nThug Angels in the Birmingham\nLet me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n\nWatch out, for the beasts\nWatch out, if you got a seed homie\nCause you don't want your kids growin up\nThinkin they never had no daddy\nBig Pun, rest in peace forever\nBronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\nSlang Tom, rest in peace\nPolice is in the news, watch yourself\nY'all saw what they did to Diallo\nYeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\nYou gon' do WHAT?\nWAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\nWAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\nWAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\nWAIT! Eastern Parkway","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thug angels\n  artist: Wyclef Jean\n  album: 2 sides II a book\n  duration_ms: 395891\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Refugees yo. all you say\n\n  Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  (New York city y'all) Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\n  He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\n  Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  To all my thugs in Houston\n  You wan' push drugs?\n  To all my thugs in Memphis\n  You want the cars in the videos?\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n  To the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n\n  I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n  Until I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\n  He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n  His face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\n  Now let me ask the truth or somethin '\n  Should I slow down and be a good camper?\n  I heard a young thug scream,\n  \"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\n  Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\n  Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\n  And get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\n  Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n  If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n  Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\n  Now I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\n  But you told me that crime pay\n  The Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n  He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\n  Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  To all my thugs in Chicago\n  You wan' push drugs?\n  To all my thugs in Orlando\n  You want the cars in the videos?\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n  To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n\n  So you a killa, how many people did you kill?\n  You a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\n  For'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\n  Yeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\n  You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\n  Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\n  It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\n  So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\n  At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  (New York City y'all) Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray\n  (Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  To my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\n  To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\n  To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\n  Let me tell you how it really goes\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  To my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\n  To my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\n  Thug Angels in the Birmingham\n  Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n\n  Watch out, for the beasts\n  Watch out, if you got a seed homie\n  Cause you don't want your kids growin up\n  Thinkin they never had no daddy\n  Big Pun, rest in peace forever\n  Bronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\n  Slang Tom, rest in peace\n  Police is in the news, watch yourself\n  Y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n  Yeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\n  You gon' do WHAT?\n  WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\n  WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\n  WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\n  WAIT! Eastern Parkway\n"},{"id":27138140,"name":"Thug Angels","trackName":"Thug Angels","artistName":"Wyclef Jean","albumName":"The Ecleftic","duration":308.314558,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Refugees yo. all you say\n\nDirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n(New York city y'all) Police are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\nHe bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\nUh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nAhh-ahh-ahh-\nTo all my thugs in Houston\nYou wan' push drugs?\nTo all my thugs in Memphis\nYou want the cars in the videos?\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\nTo the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n\nI'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\nUntil I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\nHe had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\nHis face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\nNow let me ask the truth or somethin '\nShould I slow down and be a good camper?\nI heard a young thug scream,\n\"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\nNow I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\nOr I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\nAnd get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\nOhh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\nIf I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\nCause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\nNow I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\nBut you told me that crime pay\nThe Dirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\nPolice are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\nHe bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\nUh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nAhh-ahh-ahh-\nTo all my thugs in Chicago\nYou wan' push drugs?\nTo all my thugs in Orlando\nYou want the cars in the videos?\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\nTo V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n\nSo you a killa, how many people did you kill?\nYou a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\nFor'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\nYeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\nYou're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\nHold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\nIt's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\nSo say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\nAt the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\nI used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n\nSold my first A-K\nI saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n(What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n(New York City y'all) Police are at the door\nThe Magnum was by the ashtray\n(Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\nHe woke up in a cardboard box with no space\nWith Thug Angels singin, sayin\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n{Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\nAhhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nTo my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\nTo my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\nTo the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\nLet me tell you how it really goes\nSo you wanna be a thug?\nTo my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\nTo my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\nThug Angels in the Birmingham\nLet me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n\nWatch out, for the beasts\nWatch out, if you got a seed homie\nCause you don't want your kids growin up\nThinkin they never had no daddy\nBig Pun, rest in peace forever\nBronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\nSlang Tom, rest in peace\nPolice is in the news, watch yourself\nY'all saw what they did to Diallo\nYeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\nYou gon' do WHAT?\nWAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\nWAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\nWAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\nWAIT! Eastern Parkway","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thug Angels\n  artist: Wyclef Jean\n  album: The Ecleftic\n  duration_ms: 308315\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Refugees yo. all you say\n\n  Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  (New York city y'all) Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all)\n  He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\n  Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  To all my thugs in Houston\n  You wan' push drugs?\n  To all my thugs in Memphis\n  You want the cars in the videos?\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n  To the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes\n\n  I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta\n  Until I heard WOOP WOOP, that \"Sound of Da Police\", should I pull over?\n  He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder\n  His face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December\n  Now let me ask the truth or somethin '\n  Should I slow down and be a good camper?\n  I heard a young thug scream,\n  \"It depends what you got in the beamer!!\"\n  Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America\n  Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco\n  And get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer\n  Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola\n  If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday\n  Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday\n  Now I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail\n  But you told me that crime pay\n  The Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get m'rdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey)\n  He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n\n  Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh,\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  Ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  To all my thugs in Chicago\n  You wan' push drugs?\n  To all my thugs in Orlando\n  You want the cars in the videos?\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.)\n  To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami\n\n  So you a killa, how many people did you kill?\n  You a dealer, how many drugz did you deal-a?\n  For'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a\n  Yeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla\n  You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla\n  Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a\n  It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma\n  So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker\n  At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South\n  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.\n\n  Sold my first A-K\n  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday\n  (What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play\n  (New York City y'all) Police are at the door\n  The Magnum was by the ashtray\n  (Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface\n  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space\n  With Thug Angels singin, sayin\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  {Uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-\n  Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.}\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  To my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?\n  To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?\n  To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina\n  Let me tell you how it really goes\n  So you wanna be a thug?\n  To my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?\n  To my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?\n  Thug Angels in the Birmingham\n  Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go!\n\n  Watch out, for the beasts\n  Watch out, if you got a seed homie\n  Cause you don't want your kids growin up\n  Thinkin they never had no daddy\n  Big Pun, rest in peace forever\n  Bronx, pour some liqour, AHHH\n  Slang Tom, rest in peace\n  Police is in the news, watch yourself\n  Y'all saw what they did to Diallo\n  Yeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!\n  You gon' do WHAT?\n  WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder\n  WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep\n  WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin\n  WAIT! Eastern Parkway\n"}]