[{"id":17295297,"name":"Loud_N_Clear-feat._ButchCassid","trackName":"Loud_N_Clear-feat._ButchCassid","artistName":"Xzibit","albumName":"Xzibit-Restless_LP-(retail)","duration":213.629333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price\nSacrifice worth waitin' on the platinum and ice\nI'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ\nTo change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same\n\nClear the lane, comin' through like Kobe, you can't hold me\nYou can't stop me, ever since I dropped 'Paparazzi'\nI done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit\nLike every idiot that can spit be droppin' a hit\n\nI transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted\nShadowbox, detox, my own worse critic\nIt's like tryin' to squeeze water from rocks\nI negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock\n\nSick of niggaz screamin' they hot but really they not\nBeatin' you all to the ground like six L.A. cops\nPut your fist up in the air if you ever been shot\nAnd lived to tell about it, never leavin' home without it, c'mon\n\nThere's no one out there for us to fear\nI'll say it loud and clear\n(Yeah, we ain't scared of nothin' y'all motherfuckers)\nWho can say they're close to us\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears\n\nThey probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin' off on Central\nWith the rag back, lookin' like life's so simple\nTela take a loss, still floss, all bets\nIf Trife can't cover the house, call X\n\nLikwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers\nMove somethin', make killers do somethin', f'real\nThe bitch made often politic with the skill\nNow shit's all twisted, unlisted\n\nGuns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit we gifted\nTwenty-four hours and still lifted\nBitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested\nBitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' it\n\nStandin' at the bar, soft-styled in the cut\n\"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much\"\nBitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup\nThe West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n\nLet's get with it, I was born to trip\nStay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\nWe ain't for games and shit\nChange your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n\nNo time for chasin' hoes\nI'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\nThere's no need to speak on those\nDoggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n\nThere's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\nPops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\nCaramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\nTogether we rise, no time for separateness\n\nMy grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\nOf a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\nStraight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\nGood ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n\nBuilt to run forever, X the infinite\nFirst line of defense to smash through the immigrants\nCan't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\nClose the curtain, shut down your whole production\n\nDon't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\nWithout thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\nYo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\nI'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n\nThere's no one out there for us to fear\nI'll say it loud and clear\n(Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\nWho can say they're close to us?\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears\n(Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n\nGather all around, to see\nHow we display our vicious skills\n(You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\nI done seen and heard enough\nLet's prove the West Coast is for real\n\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.13] Yeah, addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price\n[00:03.21] Sacrifice worth waitin' on the platinum and ice\n[00:05.77] I'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ\n[00:08.22] To change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same\n[00:10.63] Clear the lane, comin' through like Kobe, you can't hold me\n[00:13.33] You can't stop me, ever since I dropped 'Paparazzi'\n[00:15.68] I done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit\n[00:17.85] Like every idiot that can spit be droppin' a hit\n[00:20.49] I transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted\n[00:23.34] Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic\n[00:25.59] It's like tryin' to squeeze water from rocks\n[00:27.47] I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock\n[00:30.38] Sick of niggaz screamin' they hot but really they not\n[00:33.08] Beatin' you all to the ground like six L.A. cops\n[00:35.61] Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot\n[00:37.93] And lived to tell about it, never leavin' home without it, c'mon\n[00:40.77] There's no one out there for us to fear\n[00:45.96] I'll say it loud and clear\n[00:48.26] (Yeah, we ain't scared of nothin' y'all motherfuckers)\n[00:50.71] Who can say they're close to us\n[00:54.74] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[00:58.82] They probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin' off on Central\n[01:03.07] With the rag back, lookin' like life's so simple\n[01:05.41] Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets\n[01:07.95] If Trife can't cover the house, call X\n[01:10.58] Likwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers\n[01:12.94] Move somethin', make killers do somethin', f'real\n[01:15.69] The bitch made often politic with the skill\n[01:17.96] Now shit's all twisted, unlisted\n[01:20.26] Guns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit we gifted\n[01:23.91] Twenty-four hours and still lifted\n[01:25.68] Bitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested\n[01:27.97] Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' it\n[01:30.69] Standin' at the bar, soft-styled in the cut\n[01:32.71] \"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much\"\n[01:35.40] Bitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup\n[01:37.62] The West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n[01:40.69] Let's get with it, I was born to trip\n[01:42.66] Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\n[01:45.12] We ain't for games and shit\n[01:47.53] Change your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n[01:50.05] No time for chasin' hoes\n[01:52.80] I'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\n[01:55.31] There's no need to speak on those\n[01:57.74] Doggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n[02:00.10] There's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\n[02:02.54] Pops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\n[02:04.92] Caramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\n[02:08.27] Together we rise, no time for separateness\n[02:10.21] My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\n[02:12.63] Of a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\n[02:14.92] Straight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\n[02:17.53] Good ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n[02:20.01] Built to run forever, X the infinite\n[02:22.65] First line of defense to smash through the immigrants\n[02:25.18] Can't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\n[02:27.30] Close the curtain, shut down your whole production\n[02:29.68] Don't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\n[02:32.28] Without thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\n[02:34.55] Yo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\n[02:37.34] I'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n[02:40.09] There's no one out there for us to fear\n[02:45.14] I'll say it loud and clear\n[02:47.41] (Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\n[02:50.09] Who can say they're close to us?\n[02:53.95] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[02:57.32] (Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n[02:59.82] Gather all around, to see\n[03:04.04] How we display our vicious skills\n[03:07.48] (You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\n[03:10.44] I done seen and heard enough\n[03:14.58] Let's prove the 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the Likwit we gifted\n  Twenty-four hours and still lifted\n  Bitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested\n  Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' it\n\n  Standin' at the bar, soft-styled in the cut\n  \"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much\"\n  Bitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup\n  The West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n\n  Let's get with it, I was born to trip\n  Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\n  We ain't for games and shit\n  Change your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n\n  No time for chasin' hoes\n  I'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\n  There's no need to speak on those\n  Doggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n\n  There's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\n  Pops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\n  Caramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\n  Together we rise, no time for separateness\n\n  My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\n  Of a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\n  Straight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\n  Good ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n\n  Built to run forever, X the infinite\n  First line of defense to smash through the immigrants\n  Can't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\n  Close the curtain, shut down your whole production\n\n  Don't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\n  Without thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\n  Yo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\n  I'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n\n  There's no one out there for us to fear\n  I'll say it loud and clear\n  (Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\n  Who can say they're close to us?\n  Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n  (Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n\n  Gather all around, to see\n  How we display our vicious skills\n  (You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\n  I done seen and heard enough\n  Let's prove the West Coast is for real\n\n  Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n"},{"id":6670144,"name":"Loud & Clear","trackName":"Loud & Clear","artistName":"Xzibit","albumName":"Restless","duration":214.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price\nSacrifice worth waitin' on the platinum and ice\nI'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ\nTo change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same\n\nClear the lane, comin' through like Kobe, you can't hold me\nYou can't stop me, ever since I dropped 'Paparazzi'\nI done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit\nLike every idiot that can spit be droppin' a hit\n\nI transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted\nShadowbox, detox, my own worse critic\nIt's like tryin' to squeeze water from rocks\nI negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock\n\nSick of niggaz screamin' they hot but really they not\nBeatin' you all to the ground like six L.A. cops\nPut your fist up in the air if you ever been shot\nAnd lived to tell about it, never leavin' home without it, c'mon\n\nThere's no one out there for us to fear\nI'll say it loud and clear\n(Yeah, we ain't scared of nothin' y'all motherfuckers)\nWho can say they're close to us\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears\n\nThey probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin' off on Central\nWith the rag back, lookin' like life's so simple\nTela take a loss, still floss, all bets\nIf Trife can't cover the house, call X\n\nLikwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers\nMove somethin', make killers do somethin', f'real\nThe bitch made often politic with the skill\nNow shit's all twisted, unlisted\n\nGuns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit we gifted\nTwenty-four hours and still lifted\nBitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested\nBitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' it\n\nStandin' at the bar, soft-styled in the cut\n\"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much\"\nBitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup\nThe West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n\nLet's get with it, I was born to trip\nStay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\nWe ain't for games and shit\nChange your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n\nNo time for chasin' hoes\nI'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\nThere's no need to speak on those\nDoggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n\nThere's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\nPops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\nCaramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\nTogether we rise, no time for separateness\n\nMy grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\nOf a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\nStraight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\nGood ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n\nBuilt to run forever, X the infinite\nFirst line of defense to smash through the immigrants\nCan't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\nClose the curtain, shut down your whole production\n\nDon't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\nWithout thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\nYo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\nI'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n\nThere's no one out there for us to fear\nI'll say it loud and clear\n(Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\nWho can say they're close to us?\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears\n(Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n\nGather all around, to see\nHow we display our vicious skills\n(You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\nI done seen and heard enough\nLet's prove the West Coast is for real\n\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.13] Yeah, addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price\n[00:03.21] Sacrifice worth waitin' on the platinum and ice\n[00:05.77] I'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ\n[00:08.22] To change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same\n[00:10.63] Clear the lane, comin' through like Kobe, you can't hold me\n[00:13.33] You can't stop me, ever since I dropped 'Paparazzi'\n[00:15.68] I done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit\n[00:17.85] Like every idiot that can spit be droppin' a hit\n[00:20.49] I transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted\n[00:23.34] Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic\n[00:25.59] It's like tryin' to squeeze water from rocks\n[00:27.47] I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock\n[00:30.38] Sick of niggaz screamin' they hot but really they not\n[00:33.08] Beatin' you all to the ground like six L.A. cops\n[00:35.61] Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot\n[00:37.93] And lived to tell about it, never leavin' home without it, c'mon\n[00:40.77] There's no one out there for us to fear\n[00:45.96] I'll say it loud and clear\n[00:48.26] (Yeah, we ain't scared of nothin' y'all motherfuckers)\n[00:50.71] Who can say they're close to us\n[00:54.74] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[00:58.82] They probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin' off on Central\n[01:03.07] With the rag back, lookin' like life's so simple\n[01:05.41] Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets\n[01:07.95] If Trife can't cover the house, call X\n[01:10.58] Likwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers\n[01:12.94] Move somethin', make killers do somethin', f'real\n[01:15.69] The bitch made often politic with the skill\n[01:17.96] Now shit's all twisted, unlisted\n[01:20.26] Guns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit we gifted\n[01:23.91] Twenty-four hours and still lifted\n[01:25.68] Bitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested\n[01:27.97] Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' it\n[01:30.69] Standin' at the bar, soft-styled in the cut\n[01:32.71] \"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much\"\n[01:35.40] Bitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup\n[01:37.62] The West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n[01:40.69] Let's get with it, I was born to trip\n[01:42.66] Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\n[01:45.12] We ain't for games and shit\n[01:47.53] Change your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n[01:50.05] No time for chasin' hoes\n[01:52.80] I'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\n[01:55.31] There's no need to speak on those\n[01:57.74] Doggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n[02:00.10] There's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\n[02:02.54] Pops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\n[02:04.92] Caramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\n[02:08.27] Together we rise, no time for separateness\n[02:10.21] My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\n[02:12.63] Of a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\n[02:14.92] Straight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\n[02:17.53] Good ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n[02:20.01] Built to run forever, X the infinite\n[02:22.65] First line of defense to smash through the immigrants\n[02:25.18] Can't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\n[02:27.30] Close the curtain, shut down your whole production\n[02:29.68] Don't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\n[02:32.28] Without thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\n[02:34.55] Yo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\n[02:37.34] I'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n[02:40.09] There's no one out there for us to fear\n[02:45.14] I'll say it loud and clear\n[02:47.41] (Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\n[02:50.09] Who can say they're close to us?\n[02:53.95] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[02:57.32] (Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n[02:59.82] Gather all around, to see\n[03:04.04] How we display our vicious skills\n[03:07.48] (You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\n[03:10.44] I done seen and heard enough\n[03:14.58] Let's prove the 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Act right and pour it in a cup\nThe West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n\nLet's get with it, I was born to trip\nStay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\nWe ain't for games and shit\nChange your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n\nNo time for chasin' hoes\nI'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\nThere's no need to speak on those\nDoggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n\nThere's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\nPops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\nCaramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\nTogether we rise, no time for separateness\n\nMy grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\nOf a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\nStraight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\nGood ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n\nBuilt to run forever, X the infinite\nFirst line of defense to smash through the immigrants\nCan't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\nClose the curtain, shut down your whole production\n\nDon't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\nWithout thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\nYo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\nI'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n\nThere's no one out there for us to fear\nI'll say it loud and clear\n(Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\nWho can say they're close to us?\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears\n(Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n\nGather all around, to see\nHow we display our vicious skills\n(You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\nI done seen and heard enough\nLet's prove the West Coast is for real\n\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.13] Yeah, addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price\n[00:03.21] Sacrifice worth waitin' on the platinum and ice\n[00:05.77] I'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ\n[00:08.22] To change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same\n[00:10.63] Clear the lane, comin' through like Kobe, you can't hold me\n[00:13.33] You can't stop me, ever since I dropped 'Paparazzi'\n[00:15.68] I done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit\n[00:17.85] Like every idiot that can spit be droppin' a hit\n[00:20.49] I transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted\n[00:23.34] Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic\n[00:25.59] It's like tryin' to squeeze water from rocks\n[00:27.47] I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock\n[00:30.38] Sick of niggaz screamin' they hot but really they not\n[00:33.08] Beatin' you all to the ground like six L.A. cops\n[00:35.61] Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot\n[00:37.93] And lived to tell about it, never leavin' home without it, c'mon\n[00:40.77] There's no one out there for us to fear\n[00:45.96] I'll say it loud and clear\n[00:48.26] (Yeah, we ain't scared of nothin' y'all motherfuckers)\n[00:50.71] Who can say they're close to us\n[00:54.74] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[00:58.82] They probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin' off on Central\n[01:03.07] With the rag back, lookin' like life's so simple\n[01:05.41] Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets\n[01:07.95] If Trife can't cover the house, call X\n[01:10.58] Likwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers\n[01:12.94] Move somethin', make killers do somethin', f'real\n[01:15.69] The bitch made often politic with the skill\n[01:17.96] Now shit's all twisted, unlisted\n[01:20.26] Guns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit we gifted\n[01:23.91] Twenty-four hours and still lifted\n[01:25.68] Bitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested\n[01:27.97] Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' it\n[01:30.69] Standin' at the bar, soft-styled in the cut\n[01:32.71] \"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much\"\n[01:35.40] Bitch what? 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Built to run forever, X the infinite\n[02:22.65] First line of defense to smash through the immigrants\n[02:25.18] Can't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\n[02:27.30] Close the curtain, shut down your whole production\n[02:29.68] Don't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\n[02:32.28] Without thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\n[02:34.55] Yo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\n[02:37.34] I'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n[02:40.09] There's no one out there for us to fear\n[02:45.14] I'll say it loud and clear\n[02:47.41] (Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\n[02:50.09] Who can say they're close to us?\n[02:53.95] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[02:57.32] (Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n[02:59.82] Gather all around, to see\n[03:04.04] How we display our vicious skills\n[03:07.48] (You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\n[03:10.44] I done seen and heard enough\n[03:14.58] Let's prove the 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Act right and pour it in a cup\nThe West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n\nLet's get with it, I was born to trip\nStay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\nWe ain't for games and shit\nChange your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n\nNo time for chasin' hoes\nI'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\nThere's no need to speak on those\nDoggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n\nThere's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\nPops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\nCaramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\nTogether we rise, no time for separateness\n\nMy grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\nOf a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\nStraight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\nGood ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n\nBuilt to run forever, X the infinite\nFirst line of defense to smash through the immigrants\nCan't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\nClose the curtain, shut down your whole production\n\nDon't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\nWithout thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\nYo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\nI'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n\nThere's no one out there for us to fear\nI'll say it loud and clear\n(Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\nWho can say they're close to us?\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears\n(Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n\nGather all around, to see\nHow we display our vicious skills\n(You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\nI done seen and heard enough\nLet's prove the West Coast is for real\n\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.13] Yeah, addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price\n[00:03.21] Sacrifice worth waitin' on the platinum and ice\n[00:05.77] I'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ\n[00:08.22] To change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same\n[00:10.63] Clear the lane, comin' through like Kobe, you can't hold me\n[00:13.33] You can't stop me, ever since I dropped 'Paparazzi'\n[00:15.68] I done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit\n[00:17.85] Like every idiot that can spit be droppin' a hit\n[00:20.49] I transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted\n[00:23.34] Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic\n[00:25.59] It's like tryin' to squeeze water from rocks\n[00:27.47] I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock\n[00:30.38] Sick of niggaz screamin' they hot but really they not\n[00:33.08] Beatin' you all to the ground like six L.A. cops\n[00:35.61] Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot\n[00:37.93] And lived to tell about it, never leavin' home without it, c'mon\n[00:40.77] There's no one out there for us to fear\n[00:45.96] I'll say it loud and clear\n[00:48.26] (Yeah, we ain't scared of nothin' y'all motherfuckers)\n[00:50.71] Who can say they're close to us\n[00:54.74] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[00:58.82] They probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin' off on Central\n[01:03.07] With the rag back, lookin' like life's so simple\n[01:05.41] Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets\n[01:07.95] If Trife can't cover the house, call X\n[01:10.58] Likwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers\n[01:12.94] Move somethin', make killers do somethin', f'real\n[01:15.69] The bitch made often politic with the skill\n[01:17.96] Now shit's all twisted, unlisted\n[01:20.26] Guns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit we gifted\n[01:23.91] Twenty-four hours and still lifted\n[01:25.68] Bitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested\n[01:27.97] Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' it\n[01:30.69] Standin' at the bar, soft-styled in the cut\n[01:32.71] \"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much\"\n[01:35.40] Bitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup\n[01:37.62] The West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n[01:40.69] Let's get with it, I was born to trip\n[01:42.66] Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\n[01:45.12] We ain't for games and shit\n[01:47.53] Change your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n[01:50.05] No time for chasin' hoes\n[01:52.80] I'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\n[01:55.31] There's no need to speak on those\n[01:57.74] Doggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n[02:00.10] There's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\n[02:02.54] Pops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\n[02:04.92] Caramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\n[02:08.27] Together we rise, no time for separateness\n[02:10.21] My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\n[02:12.63] Of a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\n[02:14.92] Straight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\n[02:17.53] Good ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n[02:20.01] Built to run forever, X the infinite\n[02:22.65] First line of defense to smash through the immigrants\n[02:25.18] Can't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\n[02:27.30] Close the curtain, shut down your whole production\n[02:29.68] Don't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\n[02:32.28] Without thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\n[02:34.55] Yo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\n[02:37.34] I'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n[02:40.09] There's no one out there for us to fear\n[02:45.14] I'll say it loud and clear\n[02:47.41] (Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\n[02:50.09] Who can say they're close to us?\n[02:53.95] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[02:57.32] (Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n[02:59.82] Gather all around, to see\n[03:04.04] How we display our vicious skills\n[03:07.48] (You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\n[03:10.44] I done seen and heard enough\n[03:14.58] Let's prove the 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Act right and pour it in a cup\nThe West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n\nLet's get with it, I was born to trip\nStay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\nWe ain't for games and shit\nChange your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n\nNo time for chasin' hoes\nI'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\nThere's no need to speak on those\nDoggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n\nThere's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\nPops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\nCaramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\nTogether we rise, no time for separateness\n\nMy grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\nOf a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\nStraight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\nGood ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n\nBuilt to run forever, X the infinite\nFirst line of defense to smash through the immigrants\nCan't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\nClose the curtain, shut down your whole production\n\nDon't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\nWithout thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\nYo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\nI'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n\nThere's no one out there for us to fear\nI'll say it loud and clear\n(Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\nWho can say they're close to us?\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears\n(Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n\nGather all around, to see\nHow we display our vicious skills\n(You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\nI done seen and heard enough\nLet's prove the West Coast is for real\n\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.13] Yeah, addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price\n[00:03.21] Sacrifice worth waitin' on the platinum and ice\n[00:05.77] I'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ\n[00:08.22] To change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same\n[00:10.63] Clear the lane, comin' through like Kobe, you can't hold me\n[00:13.33] You can't stop me, ever since I dropped 'Paparazzi'\n[00:15.68] I done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit\n[00:17.85] Like every idiot that can spit be droppin' a hit\n[00:20.49] I transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted\n[00:23.34] Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic\n[00:25.59] It's like tryin' to squeeze water from rocks\n[00:27.47] I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock\n[00:30.38] Sick of niggaz screamin' they hot but really they not\n[00:33.08] Beatin' you all to the ground like six L.A. cops\n[00:35.61] Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot\n[00:37.93] And lived to tell about it, never leavin' home without it, c'mon\n[00:40.77] There's no one out there for us to fear\n[00:45.96] I'll say it loud and clear\n[00:48.26] (Yeah, we ain't scared of nothin' y'all motherfuckers)\n[00:50.71] Who can say they're close to us\n[00:54.74] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[00:58.82] They probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin' off on Central\n[01:03.07] With the rag back, lookin' like life's so simple\n[01:05.41] Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets\n[01:07.95] If Trife can't cover the house, call X\n[01:10.58] Likwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers\n[01:12.94] Move somethin', make killers do somethin', f'real\n[01:15.69] The bitch made often politic with the skill\n[01:17.96] Now shit's all twisted, unlisted\n[01:20.26] Guns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit we gifted\n[01:23.91] Twenty-four hours and still lifted\n[01:25.68] Bitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested\n[01:27.97] Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' it\n[01:30.69] Standin' at the bar, soft-styled in the cut\n[01:32.71] \"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much\"\n[01:35.40] Bitch what? 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Built to run forever, X the infinite\n[02:22.65] First line of defense to smash through the immigrants\n[02:25.18] Can't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\n[02:27.30] Close the curtain, shut down your whole production\n[02:29.68] Don't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\n[02:32.28] Without thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\n[02:34.55] Yo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\n[02:37.34] I'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n[02:40.09] There's no one out there for us to fear\n[02:45.14] I'll say it loud and clear\n[02:47.41] (Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\n[02:50.09] Who can say they're close to us?\n[02:53.95] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[02:57.32] (Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n[02:59.82] Gather all around, to see\n[03:04.04] How we display our vicious skills\n[03:07.48] (You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\n[03:10.44] I done seen and heard enough\n[03:14.58] Let's prove the 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the Likwit we gifted\n  Twenty-four hours and still lifted\n  Bitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested\n  Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' it\n\n  Standin' at the bar, soft-styled in the cut\n  \"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much\"\n  Bitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup\n  The West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n\n  Let's get with it, I was born to trip\n  Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\n  We ain't for games and shit\n  Change your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n\n  No time for chasin' hoes\n  I'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\n  There's no need to speak on those\n  Doggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n\n  There's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\n  Pops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\n  Caramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\n  Together we rise, no time for separateness\n\n  My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\n  Of a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\n  Straight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\n  Good ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n\n  Built to run forever, X the infinite\n  First line of defense to smash through the immigrants\n  Can't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\n  Close the curtain, shut down your whole production\n\n  Don't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\n  Without thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\n  Yo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\n  I'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n\n  There's no one out there for us to fear\n  I'll say it loud and clear\n  (Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\n  Who can say they're close to us?\n  Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n  (Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n\n  Gather all around, to see\n  How we display our vicious skills\n  (You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\n  I done seen and heard enough\n  Let's prove the West Coast is for real\n\n  Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n"},{"id":12762783,"name":"Loud And Clear","trackName":"Loud And Clear","artistName":"Xzibit","albumName":"Restless","duration":214.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price\nSacrifice worth waitin' on the platinum and ice\nI'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ\nTo change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same\n\nClear the lane, comin' through like Kobe, you can't hold me\nYou can't stop me, ever since I dropped 'Paparazzi'\nI done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit\nLike every idiot that can spit be droppin' a hit\n\nI transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted\nShadowbox, detox, my own worse critic\nIt's like tryin' to squeeze water from rocks\nI negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock\n\nSick of niggaz screamin' they hot but really they not\nBeatin' you all to the ground like six L.A. cops\nPut your fist up in the air if you ever been shot\nAnd lived to tell about it, never leavin' home without it, c'mon\n\nThere's no one out there for us to fear\nI'll say it loud and clear\n(Yeah, we ain't scared of nothin' y'all motherfuckers)\nWho can say they're close to us\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears\n\nThey probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin' off on Central\nWith the rag back, lookin' like life's so simple\nTela take a loss, still floss, all bets\nIf Trife can't cover the house, call X\n\nLikwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers\nMove somethin', make killers do somethin', f'real\nThe bitch made often politic with the skill\nNow shit's all twisted, unlisted\n\nGuns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit we gifted\nTwenty-four hours and still lifted\nBitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested\nBitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' it\n\nStandin' at the bar, soft-styled in the cut\n\"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much\"\nBitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup\nThe West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n\nLet's get with it, I was born to trip\nStay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\nWe ain't for games and shit\nChange your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n\nNo time for chasin' hoes\nI'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\nThere's no need to speak on those\nDoggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n\nThere's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\nPops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\nCaramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\nTogether we rise, no time for separateness\n\nMy grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\nOf a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\nStraight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\nGood ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n\nBuilt to run forever, X the infinite\nFirst line of defense to smash through the immigrants\nCan't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\nClose the curtain, shut down your whole production\n\nDon't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\nWithout thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\nYo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\nI'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n\nThere's no one out there for us to fear\nI'll say it loud and clear\n(Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\nWho can say they're close to us?\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears\n(Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n\nGather all around, to see\nHow we display our vicious skills\n(You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\nI done seen and heard enough\nLet's prove the West Coast is for real\n\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.13] Yeah, addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price\n[00:03.21] Sacrifice worth waitin' on the platinum and ice\n[00:05.77] I'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ\n[00:08.22] To change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same\n[00:10.63] Clear the lane, comin' through like Kobe, you can't hold me\n[00:13.33] You can't stop me, ever since I dropped 'Paparazzi'\n[00:15.68] I done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit\n[00:17.85] Like every idiot that can spit be droppin' a hit\n[00:20.49] I transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted\n[00:23.34] Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic\n[00:25.59] It's like tryin' to squeeze water from rocks\n[00:27.47] I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock\n[00:30.38] Sick of niggaz screamin' they hot but really they not\n[00:33.08] Beatin' you all to the ground like six L.A. cops\n[00:35.61] Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot\n[00:37.93] And lived to tell about it, never leavin' home without it, c'mon\n[00:40.77] There's no one out there for us to fear\n[00:45.96] I'll say it loud and clear\n[00:48.26] (Yeah, we ain't scared of nothin' y'all motherfuckers)\n[00:50.71] Who can say they're close to us\n[00:54.74] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[00:58.82] They probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin' off on Central\n[01:03.07] With the rag back, lookin' like life's so simple\n[01:05.41] Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets\n[01:07.95] If Trife can't cover the house, call X\n[01:10.58] Likwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers\n[01:12.94] Move somethin', make killers do somethin', f'real\n[01:15.69] The bitch made often politic with the skill\n[01:17.96] Now shit's all twisted, unlisted\n[01:20.26] Guns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit we gifted\n[01:23.91] Twenty-four hours and still lifted\n[01:25.68] Bitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested\n[01:27.97] Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' it\n[01:30.69] Standin' at the bar, soft-styled in the cut\n[01:32.71] \"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much\"\n[01:35.40] Bitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup\n[01:37.62] The West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n[01:40.69] Let's get with it, I was born to trip\n[01:42.66] Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\n[01:45.12] We ain't for games and shit\n[01:47.53] Change your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n[01:50.05] No time for chasin' hoes\n[01:52.80] I'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\n[01:55.31] There's no need to speak on those\n[01:57.74] Doggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n[02:00.10] There's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\n[02:02.54] Pops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\n[02:04.92] Caramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\n[02:08.27] Together we rise, no time for separateness\n[02:10.21] My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\n[02:12.63] Of a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\n[02:14.92] Straight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\n[02:17.53] Good ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n[02:20.01] Built to run forever, X the infinite\n[02:22.65] First line of defense to smash through the immigrants\n[02:25.18] Can't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\n[02:27.30] Close the curtain, shut down your whole production\n[02:29.68] Don't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\n[02:32.28] Without thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\n[02:34.55] Yo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\n[02:37.34] I'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n[02:40.09] There's no one out there for us to fear\n[02:45.14] I'll say it loud and clear\n[02:47.41] (Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\n[02:50.09] Who can say they're close to us?\n[02:53.95] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[02:57.32] (Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n[02:59.82] Gather all around, to see\n[03:04.04] How we display our vicious skills\n[03:07.48] (You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\n[03:10.44] I done seen and heard enough\n[03:14.58] Let's prove the 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the Likwit we gifted\n  Twenty-four hours and still lifted\n  Bitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested\n  Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' it\n\n  Standin' at the bar, soft-styled in the cut\n  \"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much\"\n  Bitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup\n  The West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n\n  Let's get with it, I was born to trip\n  Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\n  We ain't for games and shit\n  Change your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n\n  No time for chasin' hoes\n  I'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\n  There's no need to speak on those\n  Doggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n\n  There's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\n  Pops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\n  Caramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\n  Together we rise, no time for separateness\n\n  My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\n  Of a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\n  Straight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\n  Good ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n\n  Built to run forever, X the infinite\n  First line of defense to smash through the immigrants\n  Can't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\n  Close the curtain, shut down your whole production\n\n  Don't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\n  Without thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\n  Yo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\n  I'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n\n  There's no one out there for us to fear\n  I'll say it loud and clear\n  (Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\n  Who can say they're close to us?\n  Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n  (Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n\n  Gather all around, to see\n  How we display our vicious skills\n  (You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\n  I done seen and heard enough\n  Let's prove the West Coast is for real\n\n  Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n"},{"id":33843481,"name":"Loud & Clear","trackName":"Loud & Clear","artistName":"Xzibit","albumName":"Restless","duration":214.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price\nSacrifice worth waitin' on the platinum and ice\nI'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ\nTo change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same\n\nClear the lane, comin' through like Kobe, you can't hold me\nYou can't stop me, ever since I dropped 'Paparazzi'\nI done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit\nLike every idiot that can spit be droppin' a hit\n\nI transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted\nShadowbox, detox, my own worse critic\nIt's like tryin' to squeeze water from rocks\nI negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock\n\nSick of niggaz screamin' they hot but really they not\nBeatin' you all to the ground like six L.A. cops\nPut your fist up in the air if you ever been shot\nAnd lived to tell about it, never leavin' home without it, c'mon\n\nThere's no one out there for us to fear\nI'll say it loud and clear\n(Yeah, we ain't scared of nothin' y'all motherfuckers)\nWho can say they're close to us\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears\n\nThey probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin' off on Central\nWith the rag back, lookin' like life's so simple\nTela take a loss, still floss, all bets\nIf Trife can't cover the house, call X\n\nLikwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers\nMove somethin', make killers do somethin', f'real\nThe bitch made often politic with the skill\nNow shit's all twisted, unlisted\n\nGuns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit we gifted\nTwenty-four hours and still lifted\nBitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested\nBitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' it\n\nStandin' at the bar, soft-styled in the cut\n\"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much\"\nBitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup\nThe West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n\nLet's get with it, I was born to trip\nStay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\nWe ain't for games and shit\nChange your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n\nNo time for chasin' hoes\nI'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\nThere's no need to speak on those\nDoggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n\nThere's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\nPops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\nCaramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\nTogether we rise, no time for separateness\n\nMy grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\nOf a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\nStraight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\nGood ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n\nBuilt to run forever, X the infinite\nFirst line of defense to smash through the immigrants\nCan't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\nClose the curtain, shut down your whole production\n\nDon't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\nWithout thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\nYo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\nI'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n\nThere's no one out there for us to fear\nI'll say it loud and clear\n(Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\nWho can say they're close to us?\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears\n(Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n\nGather all around, to see\nHow we display our vicious skills\n(You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\nI done seen and heard enough\nLet's prove the West Coast is for real\n\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.13] Yeah, addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price\n[00:03.21] Sacrifice worth waitin' on the platinum and ice\n[00:05.77] I'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ\n[00:08.22] To change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same\n[00:10.63] Clear the lane, comin' through like Kobe, you can't hold me\n[00:13.33] You can't stop me, ever since I dropped 'Paparazzi'\n[00:15.68] I done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit\n[00:17.85] Like every idiot that can spit be droppin' a hit\n[00:20.49] I transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted\n[00:23.34] Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic\n[00:25.59] It's like tryin' to squeeze water from rocks\n[00:27.47] I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock\n[00:30.38] Sick of niggaz screamin' they hot but really they not\n[00:33.08] Beatin' you all to the ground like six L.A. cops\n[00:35.61] Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot\n[00:37.93] And lived to tell about it, never leavin' home without it, c'mon\n[00:40.77] There's no one out there for us to fear\n[00:45.96] I'll say it loud and clear\n[00:48.26] (Yeah, we ain't scared of nothin' y'all motherfuckers)\n[00:50.71] Who can say they're close to us\n[00:54.74] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[00:58.82] They probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin' off on Central\n[01:03.07] With the rag back, lookin' like life's so simple\n[01:05.41] Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets\n[01:07.95] If Trife can't cover the house, call X\n[01:10.58] Likwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers\n[01:12.94] Move somethin', make killers do somethin', f'real\n[01:15.69] The bitch made often politic with the skill\n[01:17.96] Now shit's all twisted, unlisted\n[01:20.26] Guns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit we gifted\n[01:23.91] Twenty-four hours and still lifted\n[01:25.68] Bitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested\n[01:27.97] Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' it\n[01:30.69] Standin' at the bar, soft-styled in the cut\n[01:32.71] \"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much\"\n[01:35.40] Bitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup\n[01:37.62] The West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n[01:40.69] Let's get with it, I was born to trip\n[01:42.66] Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\n[01:45.12] We ain't for games and shit\n[01:47.53] Change your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n[01:50.05] No time for chasin' hoes\n[01:52.80] I'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\n[01:55.31] There's no need to speak on those\n[01:57.74] Doggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n[02:00.10] There's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\n[02:02.54] Pops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\n[02:04.92] Caramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\n[02:08.27] Together we rise, no time for separateness\n[02:10.21] My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\n[02:12.63] Of a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\n[02:14.92] Straight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\n[02:17.53] Good ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n[02:20.01] Built to run forever, X the infinite\n[02:22.65] First line of defense to smash through the immigrants\n[02:25.18] Can't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\n[02:27.30] Close the curtain, shut down your whole production\n[02:29.68] Don't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\n[02:32.28] Without thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\n[02:34.55] Yo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\n[02:37.34] I'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n[02:40.09] There's no one out there for us to fear\n[02:45.14] I'll say it loud and clear\n[02:47.41] (Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\n[02:50.09] Who can say they're close to us?\n[02:53.95] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[02:57.32] (Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n[02:59.82] Gather all around, to see\n[03:04.04] How we display our vicious skills\n[03:07.48] (You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\n[03:10.44] I done seen and heard enough\n[03:14.58] Let's prove the 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Act right and pour it in a cup\nThe West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n\nLet's get with it, I was born to trip\nStay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\nWe ain't for games and shit\nChange your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n\nNo time for chasin' hoes\nI'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\nThere's no need to speak on those\nDoggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n\nThere's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\nPops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\nCaramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\nTogether we rise, no time for separateness\n\nMy grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\nOf a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\nStraight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\nGood ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n\nBuilt to run forever, X the infinite\nFirst line of defense to smash through the immigrants\nCan't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\nClose the curtain, shut down your whole production\n\nDon't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\nWithout thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\nYo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\nI'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n\nThere's no one out there for us to fear\nI'll say it loud and clear\n(Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\nWho can say they're close to us?\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears\n(Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n\nGather all around, to see\nHow we display our vicious skills\n(You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\nI done seen and heard enough\nLet's prove the West Coast is for real\n\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.13] Yeah, addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price\n[00:03.21] Sacrifice worth waitin' on the platinum and ice\n[00:05.77] I'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ\n[00:08.22] To change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same\n[00:10.63] Clear the lane, comin' through like Kobe, you can't hold me\n[00:13.33] You can't stop me, ever since I dropped 'Paparazzi'\n[00:15.68] I done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit\n[00:17.85] Like every idiot that can spit be droppin' a hit\n[00:20.49] I transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted\n[00:23.34] Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic\n[00:25.59] It's like tryin' to squeeze water from rocks\n[00:27.47] I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock\n[00:30.38] Sick of niggaz screamin' they hot but really they not\n[00:33.08] Beatin' you all to the ground like six L.A. cops\n[00:35.61] Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot\n[00:37.93] And lived to tell about it, never leavin' home without it, c'mon\n[00:40.77] There's no one out there for us to fear\n[00:45.96] I'll say it loud and clear\n[00:48.26] (Yeah, we ain't scared of nothin' y'all motherfuckers)\n[00:50.71] Who can say they're close to us\n[00:54.74] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[00:58.82] They probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin' off on Central\n[01:03.07] With the rag back, lookin' like life's so simple\n[01:05.41] Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets\n[01:07.95] If Trife can't cover the house, call X\n[01:10.58] Likwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers\n[01:12.94] Move somethin', make killers do somethin', f'real\n[01:15.69] The bitch made often politic with the skill\n[01:17.96] Now shit's all twisted, unlisted\n[01:20.26] Guns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit we gifted\n[01:23.91] Twenty-four hours and still lifted\n[01:25.68] Bitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested\n[01:27.97] Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' it\n[01:30.69] Standin' at the bar, soft-styled in the cut\n[01:32.71] \"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much\"\n[01:35.40] Bitch what? 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Act right and pour it in a cup\nThe West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n\nLet's get with it, I was born to trip\nStay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\nWe ain't for games and shit\nChange your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n\nNo time for chasin' hoes\nI'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\nThere's no need to speak on those\nDoggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n\nThere's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\nPops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\nCaramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\nTogether we rise, no time for separateness\n\nMy grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\nOf a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\nStraight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\nGood ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n\nBuilt to run forever, X the infinite\nFirst line of defense to smash through the immigrants\nCan't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\nClose the curtain, shut down your whole production\n\nDon't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\nWithout thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\nYo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\nI'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n\nThere's no one out there for us to fear\nI'll say it loud and clear\n(Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\nWho can say they're close to us?\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears\n(Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n\nGather all around, to see\nHow we display our vicious skills\n(You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\nI done seen and heard enough\nLet's prove the West Coast is for real\n\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.13] Yeah, addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price\n[00:03.21] Sacrifice worth waitin' on the platinum and ice\n[00:05.77] I'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ\n[00:08.22] To change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same\n[00:10.63] Clear the lane, comin' through like Kobe, you can't hold me\n[00:13.33] You can't stop me, ever since I dropped 'Paparazzi'\n[00:15.68] I done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit\n[00:17.85] Like every idiot that can spit be droppin' a hit\n[00:20.49] I transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted\n[00:23.34] Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic\n[00:25.59] It's like tryin' to squeeze water from rocks\n[00:27.47] I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock\n[00:30.38] Sick of niggaz screamin' they hot but really they not\n[00:33.08] Beatin' you all to the ground like six L.A. cops\n[00:35.61] Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot\n[00:37.93] And lived to tell about it, never leavin' home without it, c'mon\n[00:40.77] There's no one out there for us to fear\n[00:45.96] I'll say it loud and clear\n[00:48.26] (Yeah, we ain't scared of nothin' y'all motherfuckers)\n[00:50.71] Who can say they're close to us\n[00:54.74] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[00:58.82] They probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin' off on Central\n[01:03.07] With the rag back, lookin' like life's so simple\n[01:05.41] Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets\n[01:07.95] If Trife can't cover the house, call X\n[01:10.58] Likwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers\n[01:12.94] Move somethin', make killers do somethin', f'real\n[01:15.69] The bitch made often politic with the skill\n[01:17.96] Now shit's all twisted, unlisted\n[01:20.26] Guns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit we gifted\n[01:23.91] Twenty-four hours and still lifted\n[01:25.68] Bitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested\n[01:27.97] Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' it\n[01:30.69] Standin' at the bar, soft-styled in the cut\n[01:32.71] \"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much\"\n[01:35.40] Bitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup\n[01:37.62] The West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n[01:40.69] Let's get with it, I was born to trip\n[01:42.66] Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\n[01:45.12] We ain't for games and shit\n[01:47.53] Change your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n[01:50.05] No time for chasin' hoes\n[01:52.80] I'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\n[01:55.31] There's no need to speak on those\n[01:57.74] Doggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n[02:00.10] There's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\n[02:02.54] Pops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\n[02:04.92] Caramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\n[02:08.27] Together we rise, no time for separateness\n[02:10.21] My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\n[02:12.63] Of a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\n[02:14.92] Straight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\n[02:17.53] Good ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n[02:20.01] Built to run forever, X the infinite\n[02:22.65] First line of defense to smash through the immigrants\n[02:25.18] Can't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\n[02:27.30] Close the curtain, shut down your whole production\n[02:29.68] Don't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\n[02:32.28] Without thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\n[02:34.55] Yo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\n[02:37.34] I'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n[02:40.09] There's no one out there for us to fear\n[02:45.14] I'll say it loud and clear\n[02:47.41] (Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\n[02:50.09] Who can say they're close to us?\n[02:53.95] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[02:57.32] (Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n[02:59.82] Gather all around, to see\n[03:04.04] How we display our vicious skills\n[03:07.48] (You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\n[03:10.44] I done seen and heard enough\n[03:14.58] Let's prove the West Coast is for real\n[03:23.84] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[03:28.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Loud & Clear feat. 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Act right and pour it in a cup\nThe West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n\nLet's get with it, I was born to trip\nStay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\nWe ain't for games and shit\nChange your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n\nNo time for chasin' hoes\nI'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\nThere's no need to speak on those\nDoggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n\nThere's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\nPops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\nCaramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\nTogether we rise, no time for separateness\n\nMy grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\nOf a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\nStraight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\nGood ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n\nBuilt to run forever, X the infinite\nFirst line of defense to smash through the immigrants\nCan't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\nClose the curtain, shut down your whole production\n\nDon't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\nWithout thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\nYo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\nI'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n\nThere's no one out there for us to fear\nI'll say it loud and clear\n(Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\nWho can say they're close to us?\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears\n(Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n\nGather all around, to see\nHow we display our vicious skills\n(You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\nI done seen and heard enough\nLet's prove the West Coast is for real\n\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.13] Yeah, addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price\n[00:03.21] Sacrifice worth waitin' on the platinum and ice\n[00:05.77] I'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ\n[00:08.22] To change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same\n[00:10.63] Clear the lane, comin' through like Kobe, you can't hold me\n[00:13.33] You can't stop me, ever since I dropped 'Paparazzi'\n[00:15.68] I done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit\n[00:17.85] Like every idiot that can spit be droppin' a hit\n[00:20.49] I transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted\n[00:23.34] Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic\n[00:25.59] It's like tryin' to squeeze water from rocks\n[00:27.47] I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock\n[00:30.38] Sick of niggaz screamin' they hot but really they not\n[00:33.08] Beatin' you all to the ground like six L.A. cops\n[00:35.61] Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot\n[00:37.93] And lived to tell about it, never leavin' home without it, c'mon\n[00:40.77] There's no one out there for us to fear\n[00:45.96] I'll say it loud and clear\n[00:48.26] (Yeah, we ain't scared of nothin' y'all motherfuckers)\n[00:50.71] Who can say they're close to us\n[00:54.74] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[00:58.82] They probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin' off on Central\n[01:03.07] With the rag back, lookin' like life's so simple\n[01:05.41] Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets\n[01:07.95] If Trife can't cover the house, call X\n[01:10.58] Likwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers\n[01:12.94] Move somethin', make killers do somethin', f'real\n[01:15.69] The bitch made often politic with the skill\n[01:17.96] Now shit's all twisted, unlisted\n[01:20.26] Guns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit we gifted\n[01:23.91] Twenty-four hours and still lifted\n[01:25.68] Bitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested\n[01:27.97] Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' it\n[01:30.69] Standin' at the bar, soft-styled in the cut\n[01:32.71] \"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much\"\n[01:35.40] Bitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup\n[01:37.62] The West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n[01:40.69] Let's get with it, I was born to trip\n[01:42.66] Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\n[01:45.12] We ain't for games and shit\n[01:47.53] Change your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n[01:50.05] No time for chasin' hoes\n[01:52.80] I'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\n[01:55.31] There's no need to speak on those\n[01:57.74] Doggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n[02:00.10] There's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\n[02:02.54] Pops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\n[02:04.92] Caramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\n[02:08.27] Together we rise, no time for separateness\n[02:10.21] My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\n[02:12.63] Of a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\n[02:14.92] Straight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\n[02:17.53] Good ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n[02:20.01] Built to run forever, X the infinite\n[02:22.65] First line of defense to smash through the immigrants\n[02:25.18] Can't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\n[02:27.30] Close the curtain, shut down your whole production\n[02:29.68] Don't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\n[02:32.28] Without thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\n[02:34.55] Yo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\n[02:37.34] I'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n[02:40.09] There's no one out there for us to fear\n[02:45.14] I'll say it loud and clear\n[02:47.41] (Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\n[02:50.09] Who can say they're close to us?\n[02:53.95] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[02:57.32] (Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n[02:59.82] Gather all around, to see\n[03:04.04] How we display our vicious skills\n[03:07.48] (You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\n[03:10.44] I done seen and heard enough\n[03:14.58] Let's prove the West Coast is for real\n[03:23.84] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[03:28.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Loud & Clear Feat. 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Act right and pour it in a cup\nThe West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n\nLet's get with it, I was born to trip\nStay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\nWe ain't for games and shit\nChange your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n\nNo time for chasin' hoes\nI'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\nThere's no need to speak on those\nDoggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n\nThere's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\nPops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\nCaramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\nTogether we rise, no time for separateness\n\nMy grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\nOf a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\nStraight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\nGood ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n\nBuilt to run forever, X the infinite\nFirst line of defense to smash through the immigrants\nCan't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\nClose the curtain, shut down your whole production\n\nDon't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\nWithout thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\nYo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\nI'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n\nThere's no one out there for us to fear\nI'll say it loud and clear\n(Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\nWho can say they're close to us?\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears\n(Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n\nGather all around, to see\nHow we display our vicious skills\n(You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\nI done seen and heard enough\nLet's prove the West Coast is for real\n\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.13] Yeah, addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price\n[00:03.21] Sacrifice worth waitin' on the platinum and ice\n[00:05.77] I'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ\n[00:08.22] To change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same\n[00:10.63] Clear the lane, comin' through like Kobe, you can't hold me\n[00:13.33] You can't stop me, ever since I dropped 'Paparazzi'\n[00:15.68] I done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit\n[00:17.85] Like every idiot that can spit be droppin' a hit\n[00:20.49] I transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted\n[00:23.34] Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic\n[00:25.59] It's like tryin' to squeeze water from rocks\n[00:27.47] I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock\n[00:30.38] Sick of niggaz screamin' they hot but really they not\n[00:33.08] Beatin' you all to the ground like six L.A. cops\n[00:35.61] Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot\n[00:37.93] And lived to tell about it, never leavin' home without it, c'mon\n[00:40.77] There's no one out there for us to fear\n[00:45.96] I'll say it loud and clear\n[00:48.26] (Yeah, we ain't scared of nothin' y'all motherfuckers)\n[00:50.71] Who can say they're close to us\n[00:54.74] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[00:58.82] They probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin' off on Central\n[01:03.07] With the rag back, lookin' like life's so simple\n[01:05.41] Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets\n[01:07.95] If Trife can't cover the house, call X\n[01:10.58] Likwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers\n[01:12.94] Move somethin', make killers do somethin', f'real\n[01:15.69] The bitch made often politic with the skill\n[01:17.96] Now shit's all twisted, unlisted\n[01:20.26] Guns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit we gifted\n[01:23.91] Twenty-four hours and still lifted\n[01:25.68] Bitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested\n[01:27.97] Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' it\n[01:30.69] Standin' at the bar, soft-styled in the cut\n[01:32.71] \"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much\"\n[01:35.40] Bitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup\n[01:37.62] The West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n[01:40.69] Let's get with it, I was born to trip\n[01:42.66] Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\n[01:45.12] We ain't for games and shit\n[01:47.53] Change your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n[01:50.05] No time for chasin' hoes\n[01:52.80] I'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\n[01:55.31] There's no need to speak on those\n[01:57.74] Doggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n[02:00.10] There's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\n[02:02.54] Pops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\n[02:04.92] Caramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\n[02:08.27] Together we rise, no time for separateness\n[02:10.21] My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\n[02:12.63] Of a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\n[02:14.92] Straight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\n[02:17.53] Good ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n[02:20.01] Built to run forever, X the infinite\n[02:22.65] First line of defense to smash through the immigrants\n[02:25.18] Can't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\n[02:27.30] Close the curtain, shut down your whole production\n[02:29.68] Don't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\n[02:32.28] Without thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\n[02:34.55] Yo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\n[02:37.34] I'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n[02:40.09] There's no one out there for us to fear\n[02:45.14] I'll say it loud and clear\n[02:47.41] (Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\n[02:50.09] Who can say they're close to us?\n[02:53.95] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[02:57.32] (Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n[02:59.82] Gather all around, to see\n[03:04.04] How we display our vicious skills\n[03:07.48] (You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\n[03:10.44] I done seen and heard enough\n[03:14.58] Let's prove the West Coast is for real\n[03:23.84] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[03:28.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Loud N Clear [Feat. 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Act right and pour it in a cup\nThe West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n\nLet's get with it, I was born to trip\nStay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\nWe ain't for games and shit\nChange your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n\nNo time for chasin' hoes\nI'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\nThere's no need to speak on those\nDoggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n\nThere's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\nPops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\nCaramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\nTogether we rise, no time for separateness\n\nMy grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\nOf a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\nStraight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\nGood ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n\nBuilt to run forever, X the infinite\nFirst line of defense to smash through the immigrants\nCan't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\nClose the curtain, shut down your whole production\n\nDon't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\nWithout thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\nYo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\nI'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n\nThere's no one out there for us to fear\nI'll say it loud and clear\n(Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\nWho can say they're close to us?\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears\n(Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n\nGather all around, to see\nHow we display our vicious skills\n(You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\nI done seen and heard enough\nLet's prove the West Coast is for real\n\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.13] Yeah, addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price\n[00:03.21] Sacrifice worth waitin' on the platinum and ice\n[00:05.77] I'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ\n[00:08.22] To change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same\n[00:10.63] Clear the lane, comin' through like Kobe, you can't hold me\n[00:13.33] You can't stop me, ever since I dropped 'Paparazzi'\n[00:15.68] I done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit\n[00:17.85] Like every idiot that can spit be droppin' a hit\n[00:20.49] I transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted\n[00:23.34] Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic\n[00:25.59] It's like tryin' to squeeze water from rocks\n[00:27.47] I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock\n[00:30.38] Sick of niggaz screamin' they hot but really they not\n[00:33.08] Beatin' you all to the ground like six L.A. cops\n[00:35.61] Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot\n[00:37.93] And lived to tell about it, never leavin' home without it, c'mon\n[00:40.77] There's no one out there for us to fear\n[00:45.96] I'll say it loud and clear\n[00:48.26] (Yeah, we ain't scared of nothin' y'all motherfuckers)\n[00:50.71] Who can say they're close to us\n[00:54.74] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[00:58.82] They probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin' off on Central\n[01:03.07] With the rag back, lookin' like life's so simple\n[01:05.41] Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets\n[01:07.95] If Trife can't cover the house, call X\n[01:10.58] Likwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers\n[01:12.94] Move somethin', make killers do somethin', f'real\n[01:15.69] The bitch made often politic with the skill\n[01:17.96] Now shit's all twisted, unlisted\n[01:20.26] Guns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit we gifted\n[01:23.91] Twenty-four hours and still lifted\n[01:25.68] Bitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested\n[01:27.97] Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' it\n[01:30.69] Standin' at the bar, soft-styled in the cut\n[01:32.71] \"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much\"\n[01:35.40] Bitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup\n[01:37.62] The West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n[01:40.69] Let's get with it, I was born to trip\n[01:42.66] Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\n[01:45.12] We ain't for games and shit\n[01:47.53] Change your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n[01:50.05] No time for chasin' hoes\n[01:52.80] I'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\n[01:55.31] There's no need to speak on those\n[01:57.74] Doggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n[02:00.10] There's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\n[02:02.54] Pops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\n[02:04.92] Caramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\n[02:08.27] Together we rise, no time for separateness\n[02:10.21] My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\n[02:12.63] Of a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\n[02:14.92] Straight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\n[02:17.53] Good ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n[02:20.01] Built to run forever, X the infinite\n[02:22.65] First line of defense to smash through the immigrants\n[02:25.18] Can't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\n[02:27.30] Close the curtain, shut down your whole production\n[02:29.68] Don't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\n[02:32.28] Without thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\n[02:34.55] Yo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\n[02:37.34] I'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n[02:40.09] There's no one out there for us to fear\n[02:45.14] I'll say it loud and clear\n[02:47.41] (Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\n[02:50.09] Who can say they're close to us?\n[02:53.95] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[02:57.32] (Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n[02:59.82] Gather all around, to see\n[03:04.04] How we display our vicious skills\n[03:07.48] (You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\n[03:10.44] I done seen and heard enough\n[03:14.58] Let's prove the West Coast is for real\n[03:23.84] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[03:28.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Loud & Clear Ft. 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the Likwit we gifted\n  Twenty-four hours and still lifted\n  Bitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested\n  Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' it\n\n  Standin' at the bar, soft-styled in the cut\n  \"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much\"\n  Bitch what? 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Act right and pour it in a cup\nThe West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n\nLet's get with it, I was born to trip\nStay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\nWe ain't for games and shit\nChange your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n\nNo time for chasin' hoes\nI'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\nThere's no need to speak on those\nDoggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n\nThere's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\nPops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\nCaramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\nTogether we rise, no time for separateness\n\nMy grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\nOf a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\nStraight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\nGood ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n\nBuilt to run forever, X the infinite\nFirst line of defense to smash through the immigrants\nCan't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\nClose the curtain, shut down your whole production\n\nDon't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\nWithout thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\nYo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\nI'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n\nThere's no one out there for us to fear\nI'll say it loud and clear\n(Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\nWho can say they're close to us?\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears\n(Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n\nGather all around, to see\nHow we display our vicious skills\n(You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\nI done seen and heard enough\nLet's prove the West Coast is for real\n\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.13] Yeah, addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price\n[00:03.21] Sacrifice worth waitin' on the platinum and ice\n[00:05.77] I'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ\n[00:08.22] To change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same\n[00:10.63] Clear the lane, comin' through like Kobe, you can't hold me\n[00:13.33] You can't stop me, ever since I dropped 'Paparazzi'\n[00:15.68] I done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit\n[00:17.85] Like every idiot that can spit be droppin' a hit\n[00:20.49] I transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted\n[00:23.34] Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic\n[00:25.59] It's like tryin' to squeeze water from rocks\n[00:27.47] I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock\n[00:30.38] Sick of niggaz screamin' they hot but really they not\n[00:33.08] Beatin' you all to the ground like six L.A. cops\n[00:35.61] Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot\n[00:37.93] And lived to tell about it, never leavin' home without it, c'mon\n[00:40.77] There's no one out there for us to fear\n[00:45.96] I'll say it loud and clear\n[00:48.26] (Yeah, we ain't scared of nothin' y'all motherfuckers)\n[00:50.71] Who can say they're close to us\n[00:54.74] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[00:58.82] They probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin' off on Central\n[01:03.07] With the rag back, lookin' like life's so simple\n[01:05.41] Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets\n[01:07.95] If Trife can't cover the house, call X\n[01:10.58] Likwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers\n[01:12.94] Move somethin', make killers do somethin', f'real\n[01:15.69] The bitch made often politic with the skill\n[01:17.96] Now shit's all twisted, unlisted\n[01:20.26] Guns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit we gifted\n[01:23.91] Twenty-four hours and still lifted\n[01:25.68] Bitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested\n[01:27.97] Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' it\n[01:30.69] Standin' at the bar, soft-styled in the cut\n[01:32.71] \"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much\"\n[01:35.40] Bitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup\n[01:37.62] The West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n[01:40.69] Let's get with it, I was born to trip\n[01:42.66] Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\n[01:45.12] We ain't for games and shit\n[01:47.53] Change your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n[01:50.05] No time for chasin' hoes\n[01:52.80] I'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\n[01:55.31] There's no need to speak on those\n[01:57.74] Doggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n[02:00.10] There's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\n[02:02.54] Pops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\n[02:04.92] Caramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\n[02:08.27] Together we rise, no time for separateness\n[02:10.21] My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\n[02:12.63] Of a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\n[02:14.92] Straight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\n[02:17.53] Good ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n[02:20.01] Built to run forever, X the infinite\n[02:22.65] First line of defense to smash through the immigrants\n[02:25.18] Can't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\n[02:27.30] Close the curtain, shut down your whole production\n[02:29.68] Don't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\n[02:32.28] Without thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\n[02:34.55] Yo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\n[02:37.34] I'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n[02:40.09] There's no one out there for us to fear\n[02:45.14] I'll say it loud and clear\n[02:47.41] (Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\n[02:50.09] Who can say they're close to us?\n[02:53.95] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[02:57.32] (Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n[02:59.82] Gather all around, to see\n[03:04.04] How we display our vicious skills\n[03:07.48] (You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\n[03:10.44] I done seen and heard enough\n[03:14.58] Let's prove the 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Act right and pour it in a cup\nThe West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n\nLet's get with it, I was born to trip\nStay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\nWe ain't for games and shit\nChange your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n\nNo time for chasin' hoes\nI'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\nThere's no need to speak on those\nDoggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n\nThere's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\nPops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\nCaramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\nTogether we rise, no time for separateness\n\nMy grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\nOf a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\nStraight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\nGood ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n\nBuilt to run forever, X the infinite\nFirst line of defense to smash through the immigrants\nCan't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\nClose the curtain, shut down your whole production\n\nDon't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\nWithout thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\nYo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\nI'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n\nThere's no one out there for us to fear\nI'll say it loud and clear\n(Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\nWho can say they're close to us?\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears\n(Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n\nGather all around, to see\nHow we display our vicious skills\n(You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\nI done seen and heard enough\nLet's prove the West Coast is for real\n\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.13] Yeah, addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price\n[00:03.21] Sacrifice worth waitin' on the platinum and ice\n[00:05.77] I'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ\n[00:08.22] To change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same\n[00:10.63] Clear the lane, comin' through like Kobe, you can't hold me\n[00:13.33] You can't stop me, ever since I dropped 'Paparazzi'\n[00:15.68] I done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit\n[00:17.85] Like every idiot that can spit be droppin' a hit\n[00:20.49] I transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted\n[00:23.34] Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic\n[00:25.59] It's like tryin' to squeeze water from rocks\n[00:27.47] I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock\n[00:30.38] Sick of niggaz screamin' they hot but really they not\n[00:33.08] Beatin' you all to the ground like six L.A. cops\n[00:35.61] Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot\n[00:37.93] And lived to tell about it, never leavin' home without it, c'mon\n[00:40.77] There's no one out there for us to fear\n[00:45.96] I'll say it loud and clear\n[00:48.26] (Yeah, we ain't scared of nothin' y'all motherfuckers)\n[00:50.71] Who can say they're close to us\n[00:54.74] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[00:58.82] They probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin' off on Central\n[01:03.07] With the rag back, lookin' like life's so simple\n[01:05.41] Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets\n[01:07.95] If Trife can't cover the house, call X\n[01:10.58] Likwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers\n[01:12.94] Move somethin', make killers do somethin', f'real\n[01:15.69] The bitch made often politic with the skill\n[01:17.96] Now shit's all twisted, unlisted\n[01:20.26] Guns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit we gifted\n[01:23.91] Twenty-four hours and still lifted\n[01:25.68] Bitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested\n[01:27.97] Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' it\n[01:30.69] Standin' at the bar, soft-styled in the cut\n[01:32.71] \"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much\"\n[01:35.40] Bitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup\n[01:37.62] The West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n[01:40.69] Let's get with it, I was born to trip\n[01:42.66] Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\n[01:45.12] We ain't for games and shit\n[01:47.53] Change your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n[01:50.05] No time for chasin' hoes\n[01:52.80] I'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\n[01:55.31] There's no need to speak on those\n[01:57.74] Doggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n[02:00.10] There's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\n[02:02.54] Pops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\n[02:04.92] Caramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\n[02:08.27] Together we rise, no time for separateness\n[02:10.21] My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\n[02:12.63] Of a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\n[02:14.92] Straight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\n[02:17.53] Good ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n[02:20.01] Built to run forever, X the infinite\n[02:22.65] First line of defense to smash through the immigrants\n[02:25.18] Can't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\n[02:27.30] Close the curtain, shut down your whole production\n[02:29.68] Don't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\n[02:32.28] Without thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\n[02:34.55] Yo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\n[02:37.34] I'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n[02:40.09] There's no one out there for us to fear\n[02:45.14] I'll say it loud and clear\n[02:47.41] (Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\n[02:50.09] Who can say they're close to us?\n[02:53.95] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[02:57.32] (Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n[02:59.82] Gather all around, to see\n[03:04.04] How we display our vicious skills\n[03:07.48] (You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\n[03:10.44] I done seen and heard enough\n[03:14.58] Let's prove the 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the Likwit we gifted\n  Twenty-four hours and still lifted\n  Bitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested\n  Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' it\n\n  Standin' at the bar, soft-styled in the cut\n  \"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much\"\n  Bitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup\n  The West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n\n  Let's get with it, I was born to trip\n  Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\n  We ain't for games and shit\n  Change your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n\n  No time for chasin' hoes\n  I'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\n  There's no need to speak on those\n  Doggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n\n  There's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\n  Pops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\n  Caramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\n  Together we rise, no time for separateness\n\n  My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\n  Of a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\n  Straight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\n  Good ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n\n  Built to run forever, X the infinite\n  First line of defense to smash through the immigrants\n  Can't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\n  Close the curtain, shut down your whole production\n\n  Don't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\n  Without thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\n  Yo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\n  I'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n\n  There's no one out there for us to fear\n  I'll say it loud and clear\n  (Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\n  Who can say they're close to us?\n  Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n  (Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n\n  Gather all around, to see\n  How we display our vicious skills\n  (You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\n  I done seen and heard enough\n  Let's prove the West Coast is for real\n\n  Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n"},{"id":9730646,"name":"Loud & Clear","trackName":"Loud & Clear","artistName":"Xzibit, Defari, King T & Butch Cassidy","albumName":"Restless","duration":214.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price\nSacrifice worth waitin' on the platinum and ice\nI'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ\nTo change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same\n\nClear the lane, comin' through like Kobe, you can't hold me\nYou can't stop me, ever since I dropped 'Paparazzi'\nI done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit\nLike every idiot that can spit be droppin' a hit\n\nI transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted\nShadowbox, detox, my own worse critic\nIt's like tryin' to squeeze water from rocks\nI negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock\n\nSick of niggaz screamin' they hot but really they not\nBeatin' you all to the ground like six L.A. cops\nPut your fist up in the air if you ever been shot\nAnd lived to tell about it, never leavin' home without it, c'mon\n\nThere's no one out there for us to fear\nI'll say it loud and clear\n(Yeah, we ain't scared of nothin' y'all motherfuckers)\nWho can say they're close to us\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears\n\nThey probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin' off on Central\nWith the rag back, lookin' like life's so simple\nTela take a loss, still floss, all bets\nIf Trife can't cover the house, call X\n\nLikwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers\nMove somethin', make killers do somethin', f'real\nThe bitch made often politic with the skill\nNow shit's all twisted, unlisted\n\nGuns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit we gifted\nTwenty-four hours and still lifted\nBitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested\nBitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' it\n\nStandin' at the bar, soft-styled in the cut\n\"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much\"\nBitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup\nThe West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n\nLet's get with it, I was born to trip\nStay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\nWe ain't for games and shit\nChange your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n\nNo time for chasin' hoes\nI'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\nThere's no need to speak on those\nDoggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n\nThere's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\nPops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\nCaramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\nTogether we rise, no time for separateness\n\nMy grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\nOf a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\nStraight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\nGood ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n\nBuilt to run forever, X the infinite\nFirst line of defense to smash through the immigrants\nCan't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\nClose the curtain, shut down your whole production\n\nDon't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\nWithout thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\nYo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\nI'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n\nThere's no one out there for us to fear\nI'll say it loud and clear\n(Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\nWho can say they're close to us?\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears\n(Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n\nGather all around, to see\nHow we display our vicious skills\n(You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\nI done seen and heard enough\nLet's prove the West Coast is for real\n\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.13] Yeah, addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price\n[00:03.21] Sacrifice worth waitin' on the platinum and ice\n[00:05.77] I'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ\n[00:08.22] To change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same\n[00:10.63] Clear the lane, comin' through like Kobe, you can't hold me\n[00:13.33] You can't stop me, ever since I dropped 'Paparazzi'\n[00:15.68] I done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit\n[00:17.85] Like every idiot that can spit be droppin' a hit\n[00:20.49] I transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted\n[00:23.34] Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic\n[00:25.59] It's like tryin' to squeeze water from rocks\n[00:27.47] I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock\n[00:30.38] Sick of niggaz screamin' they hot but really they not\n[00:33.08] Beatin' you all to the ground like six L.A. cops\n[00:35.61] Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot\n[00:37.93] And lived to tell about it, never leavin' home without it, c'mon\n[00:40.77] There's no one out there for us to fear\n[00:45.96] I'll say it loud and clear\n[00:48.26] (Yeah, we ain't scared of nothin' y'all motherfuckers)\n[00:50.71] Who can say they're close to us\n[00:54.74] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[00:58.82] They probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin' off on Central\n[01:03.07] With the rag back, lookin' like life's so simple\n[01:05.41] Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets\n[01:07.95] If Trife can't cover the house, call X\n[01:10.58] Likwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers\n[01:12.94] Move somethin', make killers do somethin', f'real\n[01:15.69] The bitch made often politic with the skill\n[01:17.96] Now shit's all twisted, unlisted\n[01:20.26] Guns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit we gifted\n[01:23.91] Twenty-four hours and still lifted\n[01:25.68] Bitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested\n[01:27.97] Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' it\n[01:30.69] Standin' at the bar, soft-styled in the cut\n[01:32.71] \"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much\"\n[01:35.40] Bitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup\n[01:37.62] The West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n[01:40.69] Let's get with it, I was born to trip\n[01:42.66] Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\n[01:45.12] We ain't for games and shit\n[01:47.53] Change your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n[01:50.05] No time for chasin' hoes\n[01:52.80] I'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\n[01:55.31] There's no need to speak on those\n[01:57.74] Doggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n[02:00.10] There's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\n[02:02.54] Pops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\n[02:04.92] Caramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\n[02:08.27] Together we rise, no time for separateness\n[02:10.21] My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\n[02:12.63] Of a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\n[02:14.92] Straight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\n[02:17.53] Good ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n[02:20.01] Built to run forever, X the infinite\n[02:22.65] First line of defense to smash through the immigrants\n[02:25.18] Can't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\n[02:27.30] Close the curtain, shut down your whole production\n[02:29.68] Don't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\n[02:32.28] Without thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\n[02:34.55] Yo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\n[02:37.34] I'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n[02:40.09] There's no one out there for us to fear\n[02:45.14] I'll say it loud and clear\n[02:47.41] (Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\n[02:50.09] Who can say they're close to us?\n[02:53.95] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[02:57.32] (Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n[02:59.82] Gather all around, to see\n[03:04.04] How we display our vicious skills\n[03:07.48] (You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\n[03:10.44] I done seen and heard enough\n[03:14.58] Let's prove the 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Act right and pour it in a cup\n  The West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n\n  Let's get with it, I was born to trip\n  Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\n  We ain't for games and shit\n  Change your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n\n  No time for chasin' hoes\n  I'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\n  There's no need to speak on those\n  Doggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n\n  There's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\n  Pops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\n  Caramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\n  Together we rise, no time for separateness\n\n  My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\n  Of a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\n  Straight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\n  Good ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n\n  Built to run forever, X the infinite\n  First line of defense to smash through the immigrants\n  Can't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\n  Close the curtain, shut down your whole production\n\n  Don't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\n  Without thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\n  Yo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\n  I'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n\n  There's no one out there for us to fear\n  I'll say it loud and clear\n  (Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\n  Who can say they're close to us?\n  Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n  (Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n\n  Gather all around, to see\n  How we display our vicious skills\n  (You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\n  I done seen and heard enough\n  Let's prove the West Coast is for real\n\n  Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n"},{"id":6300566,"name":"Loud & Clear","trackName":"Loud & Clear","artistName":"Xzibit feat. 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Act right and pour it in a cup\nThe West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n\nLet's get with it, I was born to trip\nStay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\nWe ain't for games and shit\nChange your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n\nNo time for chasin' hoes\nI'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\nThere's no need to speak on those\nDoggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n\nThere's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\nPops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\nCaramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\nTogether we rise, no time for separateness\n\nMy grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\nOf a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\nStraight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\nGood ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n\nBuilt to run forever, X the infinite\nFirst line of defense to smash through the immigrants\nCan't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\nClose the curtain, shut down your whole production\n\nDon't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\nWithout thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\nYo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\nI'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n\nThere's no one out there for us to fear\nI'll say it loud and clear\n(Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\nWho can say they're close to us?\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears\n(Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n\nGather all around, to see\nHow we display our vicious skills\n(You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\nI done seen and heard enough\nLet's prove the West Coast is for real\n\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.13] Yeah, addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price\n[00:03.21] Sacrifice worth waitin' on the platinum and ice\n[00:05.77] I'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ\n[00:08.22] To change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same\n[00:10.63] Clear the lane, comin' through like Kobe, you can't hold me\n[00:13.33] You can't stop me, ever since I dropped 'Paparazzi'\n[00:15.68] I done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit\n[00:17.85] Like every idiot that can spit be droppin' a hit\n[00:20.49] I transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted\n[00:23.34] Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic\n[00:25.59] It's like tryin' to squeeze water from rocks\n[00:27.47] I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock\n[00:30.38] Sick of niggaz screamin' they hot but really they not\n[00:33.08] Beatin' you all to the ground like six L.A. cops\n[00:35.61] Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot\n[00:37.93] And lived to tell about it, never leavin' home without it, c'mon\n[00:40.77] There's no one out there for us to fear\n[00:45.96] I'll say it loud and clear\n[00:48.26] (Yeah, we ain't scared of nothin' y'all motherfuckers)\n[00:50.71] Who can say they're close to us\n[00:54.74] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[00:58.82] They probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin' off on Central\n[01:03.07] With the rag back, lookin' like life's so simple\n[01:05.41] Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets\n[01:07.95] If Trife can't cover the house, call X\n[01:10.58] Likwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers\n[01:12.94] Move somethin', make killers do somethin', f'real\n[01:15.69] The bitch made often politic with the skill\n[01:17.96] Now shit's all twisted, unlisted\n[01:20.26] Guns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit we gifted\n[01:23.91] Twenty-four hours and still lifted\n[01:25.68] Bitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested\n[01:27.97] Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' it\n[01:30.69] Standin' at the bar, soft-styled in the cut\n[01:32.71] \"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much\"\n[01:35.40] Bitch what? 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Act right and pour it in a cup\n  The West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n\n  Let's get with it, I was born to trip\n  Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\n  We ain't for games and shit\n  Change your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n\n  No time for chasin' hoes\n  I'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\n  There's no need to speak on those\n  Doggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n\n  There's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\n  Pops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\n  Caramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\n  Together we rise, no time for separateness\n\n  My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\n  Of a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\n  Straight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\n  Good ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n\n  Built to run forever, X the infinite\n  First line of defense to smash through the immigrants\n  Can't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\n  Close the curtain, shut down your whole production\n\n  Don't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\n  Without thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\n  Yo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\n  I'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n\n  There's no one out there for us to fear\n  I'll say it loud and clear\n  (Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\n  Who can say they're close to us?\n  Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n  (Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n\n  Gather all around, to see\n  How we display our vicious skills\n  (You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\n  I done seen and heard enough\n  Let's prove the West Coast is for real\n\n  Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n"},{"id":13023573,"name":"Loud & Clear","trackName":"Loud & Clear","artistName":"Xzibit feat. 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Act right and pour it in a cup\nThe West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n\nLet's get with it, I was born to trip\nStay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\nWe ain't for games and shit\nChange your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n\nNo time for chasin' hoes\nI'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\nThere's no need to speak on those\nDoggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n\nThere's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\nPops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\nCaramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\nTogether we rise, no time for separateness\n\nMy grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\nOf a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\nStraight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\nGood ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n\nBuilt to run forever, X the infinite\nFirst line of defense to smash through the immigrants\nCan't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\nClose the curtain, shut down your whole production\n\nDon't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\nWithout thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\nYo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\nI'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n\nThere's no one out there for us to fear\nI'll say it loud and clear\n(Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\nWho can say they're close to us?\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears\n(Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n\nGather all around, to see\nHow we display our vicious skills\n(You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\nI done seen and heard enough\nLet's prove the West Coast is for real\n\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.13] Yeah, addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price\n[00:03.21] Sacrifice worth waitin' on the platinum and ice\n[00:05.77] I'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ\n[00:08.22] To change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same\n[00:10.63] Clear the lane, comin' through like Kobe, you can't hold me\n[00:13.33] You can't stop me, ever since I dropped 'Paparazzi'\n[00:15.68] I done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit\n[00:17.85] Like every idiot that can spit be droppin' a hit\n[00:20.49] I transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted\n[00:23.34] Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic\n[00:25.59] It's like tryin' to squeeze water from rocks\n[00:27.47] I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock\n[00:30.38] Sick of niggaz screamin' they hot but really they not\n[00:33.08] Beatin' you all to the ground like six L.A. cops\n[00:35.61] Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot\n[00:37.93] And lived to tell about it, never leavin' home without it, c'mon\n[00:40.77] There's no one out there for us to fear\n[00:45.96] I'll say it loud and clear\n[00:48.26] (Yeah, we ain't scared of nothin' y'all motherfuckers)\n[00:50.71] Who can say they're close to us\n[00:54.74] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[00:58.82] They probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin' off on Central\n[01:03.07] With the rag back, lookin' like life's so simple\n[01:05.41] Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets\n[01:07.95] If Trife can't cover the house, call X\n[01:10.58] Likwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers\n[01:12.94] Move somethin', make killers do somethin', f'real\n[01:15.69] The bitch made often politic with the skill\n[01:17.96] Now shit's all twisted, unlisted\n[01:20.26] Guns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit we gifted\n[01:23.91] Twenty-four hours and still lifted\n[01:25.68] Bitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested\n[01:27.97] Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' it\n[01:30.69] Standin' at the bar, soft-styled in the cut\n[01:32.71] \"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much\"\n[01:35.40] Bitch what? 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Act right and pour it in a cup\nThe West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz\n\nLet's get with it, I was born to trip\nStay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip\nWe ain't for games and shit\nChange your spot 'cause we're known to dip\n\nNo time for chasin' hoes\nI'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low\nThere's no need to speak on those\nDoggy rags are the gangsta's clothes\n\nThere's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto\nPops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow\nCaramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence\nTogether we rise, no time for separateness\n\nMy grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack\nOf a smack to a bird who don't know how to act\nStraight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler\nGood ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck ya\n\nBuilt to run forever, X the infinite\nFirst line of defense to smash through the immigrants\nCan't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'\nClose the curtain, shut down your whole production\n\nDon't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'\nWithout thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'\nYo, you wanna stop the X, try your best\nI'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo\n\nThere's no one out there for us to fear\nI'll say it loud and clear\n(Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)\nWho can say they're close to us?\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears\n(Front line all the time, motherfuckers)\n\nGather all around, to see\nHow we display our vicious skills\n(You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')\nI done seen and heard enough\nLet's prove the West Coast is for real\n\nSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.13] Yeah, addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price\n[00:03.21] Sacrifice worth waitin' on the platinum and ice\n[00:05.77] I'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ\n[00:08.22] To change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same\n[00:10.63] Clear the lane, comin' through like Kobe, you can't hold me\n[00:13.33] You can't stop me, ever since I dropped 'Paparazzi'\n[00:15.68] I done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit\n[00:17.85] Like every idiot that can spit be droppin' a hit\n[00:20.49] I transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted\n[00:23.34] Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic\n[00:25.59] It's like tryin' to squeeze water from rocks\n[00:27.47] I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock\n[00:30.38] Sick of niggaz screamin' they hot but really they not\n[00:33.08] Beatin' you all to the ground like six L.A. cops\n[00:35.61] Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot\n[00:37.93] And lived to tell about it, never leavin' home without it, c'mon\n[00:40.77] There's no one out there for us to fear\n[00:45.96] I'll say it loud and clear\n[00:48.26] (Yeah, we ain't scared of nothin' y'all motherfuckers)\n[00:50.71] Who can say they're close to us\n[00:54.74] Speak now and you'll be brought to tears\n[00:58.82] They probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin' off on Central\n[01:03.07] With the rag back, lookin' like life's so simple\n[01:05.41] Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets\n[01:07.95] If Trife can't cover the house, call X\n[01:10.58] Likwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers\n[01:12.94] Move somethin', make killers do somethin', f'real\n[01:15.69] The bitch made often politic with the skill\n[01:17.96] Now shit's all twisted, unlisted\n[01:20.26] Guns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit we gifted\n[01:23.91] Twenty-four hours and still lifted\n[01:25.68] Bitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested\n[01:27.97] Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' it\n[01:30.69] Standin' at the bar, soft-styled in the cut\n[01:32.71] \"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much\"\n[01:35.40] Bitch what? 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