[{"id":805250,"name":"Positively Negative","trackName":"Positively Negative","artistName":"Xzibit","albumName":"At the Speed of Life","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The Alkaholic funks in the house (Thanks for coming)\n\nNow, let me introduce who's first\nA nigga that's been down with the set since birth\nWhatever it was worth\nI checked in on the norm, since a juvenile callin' shots in the dorm\nMom said \"You better get right or shake the spot\"\nI chose to break and be a rollin' stone like pops\nStashin' my rocks by the gate with the Gs\nSo I can talk crazy when the narks yell \"Freeze!\"\nI don't fight the feel, I gots to hustle wit' a passion\nComin' 'cross states to put you down with some action\nIn actuality, I keeps it real on the streets\nReminiscin' younger days over gangsta-ass beats, and I\nHit the weed 'till my eyeballs bleed\nWhile my life is corrupted by lust and greed\nServe you anything from cocaine up to speed\nI came wit' the drank so here's five on the weed\n\nYeah, Yeah\nSee, kids don't belong up in grown folk's business\nThe Likwit niggas rollin' through wit' a thickness\nSickness bear witness like tequila without no chaser\nIt burns going down, niggas guaranteed to drown\nLegendary sound from the West Coast underground\nThe mighty King Tee and mister X to the Z\nNever underestimate the power of the X-Man\nDismantle your plan, or just catch you wit' a backhand\nXzibit bring it to you live wit' the know-how\nCool in the gang, it ain't about to change my lifestyle\nI'm catching bodies in this uphill battle\nBut Xzibit unravel how smoke will travel\nI bust Teflon rhymes into the crowd, bitch\nYou ain't Steve Rif, so stop tryna get loud!\nYou need to pump your brakes to avoid the collision\nXzibit still winnin' wit' unanimous decisions\n\nIt's going down once again, everybody lay down\nRun your money and your jewels to the front without a sound\nThe infamous, supreme King Tee - glad to meet ya!\nDeranged in a motherfuckin' brain through your speaker, and hey!\nI run through the hood looking looped\nStrapped like a motherfuckin' Desert Storm troop\nNiggas be like \"King Tila, how'd you get that Benz?\"\nSending birds to Oklahoma City to my friends\nI slang the gangsta funk through the night\nSometimes I fright, like I'm the ghost of Eric Wright\nCompton is where I dwell, it's like hell\nSlanging that shit that's got the smokers in a spell\nAnd all my homies live lives like crooks\nRich and infamous, hoes wanna look but get shook\nBecause we don't trust you hoes\nYou have a nigga fucked up wit' a bullet through his clothes\nPositively, nothing's positive\nNegativity's positively how we live\nPositively, nothing's positive\nNegativity's positively how we live\n\nYeah, ladies and gentlemen, undivided attention\nXzibit get you open like Nicole Brown Simpson\nIt's the most dangerous thing next to grizzlies, unsolved mysteries\nXzibit hit you penitentiary-style\nQuick, sharp and straight to the neck\nI'm heavy on your chest\nI'm all up in your life like stress\nThe coast that resides to your left\nWhere niggas perpetrate and catch a fate worse than death\nAnd like cyanide, I'm hard to detect\nGot more designs and straight lines than an architect\nKing Tee, Chapter 4, Verse 7 reads:\n\"Xzibit shall come down and break down humanity\"\nNiggas lose they sanity tryna handle me\nDysfunctional member of the Alkaholic Family\n\nI'm-I'm gonna have to stop for a minute, because... (inaudible)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Positively Negative\n  artist: Xzibit\n  album: At the Speed of Life\n  duration_ms: 216000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The Alkaholic funks in the house (Thanks for coming)\n\n  Now, let me introduce who's first\n  A nigga that's been down with the set since birth\n  Whatever it was worth\n  I checked in on the norm, since a juvenile callin' shots in the dorm\n  Mom said \"You better get right or shake the spot\"\n  I chose to break and be a rollin' stone like pops\n  Stashin' my rocks by the gate with the Gs\n  So I can talk crazy when the narks yell \"Freeze!\"\n  I don't fight the feel, I gots to hustle wit' a passion\n  Comin' 'cross states to put you down with some action\n  In actuality, I keeps it real on the streets\n  Reminiscin' younger days over gangsta-ass beats, and I\n  Hit the weed 'till my eyeballs bleed\n  While my life is corrupted by lust and greed\n  Serve you anything from cocaine up to speed\n  I came wit' the drank so here's five on the weed\n\n  Yeah, Yeah\n  See, kids don't belong up in grown folk's business\n  The Likwit niggas rollin' through wit' a thickness\n  Sickness bear witness like tequila without no chaser\n  It burns going down, niggas guaranteed to drown\n  Legendary sound from the West Coast underground\n  The mighty King Tee and mister X to the Z\n  Never underestimate the power of the X-Man\n  Dismantle your plan, or just catch you wit' a backhand\n  Xzibit bring it to you live wit' the know-how\n  Cool in the gang, it ain't about to change my lifestyle\n  I'm catching bodies in this uphill battle\n  But Xzibit unravel how smoke will travel\n  I bust Teflon rhymes into the crowd, bitch\n  You ain't Steve Rif, so stop tryna get loud!\n  You need to pump your brakes to avoid the collision\n  Xzibit still winnin' wit' unanimous decisions\n\n  It's going down once again, everybody lay down\n  Run your money and your jewels to the front without a sound\n  The infamous, supreme King Tee - glad to meet ya!\n  Deranged in a motherfuckin' brain through your speaker, and hey!\n  I run through the hood looking looped\n  Strapped like a motherfuckin' Desert Storm troop\n  Niggas be like \"King Tila, how'd you get that Benz?\"\n  Sending birds to Oklahoma City to my friends\n  I slang the gangsta funk through the night\n  Sometimes I fright, like I'm the ghost of Eric Wright\n  Compton is where I dwell, it's like hell\n  Slanging that shit that's got the smokers in a spell\n  And all my homies live lives like crooks\n  Rich and infamous, hoes wanna look but get shook\n  Because we don't trust you hoes\n  You have a nigga fucked up wit' a bullet through his clothes\n  Positively, nothing's positive\n  Negativity's positively how we live\n  Positively, nothing's positive\n  Negativity's positively how we live\n\n  Yeah, ladies and gentlemen, undivided attention\n  Xzibit get you open like Nicole Brown Simpson\n  It's the most dangerous thing next to grizzlies, unsolved mysteries\n  Xzibit hit you penitentiary-style\n  Quick, sharp and straight to the neck\n  I'm heavy on your chest\n  I'm all up in your life like stress\n  The coast that resides to your left\n  Where niggas perpetrate and catch a fate worse than death\n  And like cyanide, I'm hard to detect\n  Got more designs and straight lines than an architect\n  King Tee, Chapter 4, Verse 7 reads:\n  \"Xzibit shall come down and break down humanity\"\n  Niggas lose they sanity tryna handle me\n  Dysfunctional member of the Alkaholic Family\n\n  I'm-I'm gonna have to stop for a minute, because... (inaudible)\n"},{"id":35818759,"name":"Positively Negative","trackName":"Positively Negative","artistName":"Xzibit","albumName":"At the Speed of Life [HD]","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The Alkaholic funks in the house (Thanks for coming)\n\nNow, let me introduce who's first\nA nigga that's been down with the set since birth\nWhatever it was worth\nI checked in on the norm, since a juvenile callin' shots in the dorm\nMom said \"You better get right or shake the spot\"\nI chose to break and be a rollin' stone like pops\nStashin' my rocks by the gate with the Gs\nSo I can talk crazy when the narks yell \"Freeze!\"\nI don't fight the feel, I gots to hustle wit' a passion\nComin' 'cross states to put you down with some action\nIn actuality, I keeps it real on the streets\nReminiscin' younger days over gangsta-ass beats, and I\nHit the weed 'till my eyeballs bleed\nWhile my life is corrupted by lust and greed\nServe you anything from cocaine up to speed\nI came wit' the drank so here's five on the weed\n\nYeah, Yeah\nSee, kids don't belong up in grown folk's business\nThe Likwit niggas rollin' through wit' a thickness\nSickness bear witness like tequila without no chaser\nIt burns going down, niggas guaranteed to drown\nLegendary sound from the West Coast underground\nThe mighty King Tee and mister X to the Z\nNever underestimate the power of the X-Man\nDismantle your plan, or just catch you wit' a backhand\nXzibit bring it to you live wit' the know-how\nCool in the gang, it ain't about to change my lifestyle\nI'm catching bodies in this uphill battle\nBut Xzibit unravel how smoke will travel\nI bust Teflon rhymes into the crowd, bitch\nYou ain't Steve Rif, so stop tryna get loud!\nYou need to pump your brakes to avoid the collision\nXzibit still winnin' wit' unanimous decisions\n\nIt's going down once again, everybody lay down\nRun your money and your jewels to the front without a sound\nThe infamous, supreme King Tee - glad to meet ya!\nDeranged in a motherfuckin' brain through your speaker, and hey!\nI run through the hood looking looped\nStrapped like a motherfuckin' Desert Storm troop\nNiggas be like \"King Tila, how'd you get that Benz?\"\nSending birds to Oklahoma City to my friends\nI slang the gangsta funk through the night\nSometimes I fright, like I'm the ghost of Eric Wright\nCompton is where I dwell, it's like hell\nSlanging that shit that's got the smokers in a spell\nAnd all my homies live lives like crooks\nRich and infamous, hoes wanna look but get shook\nBecause we don't trust you hoes\nYou have a nigga fucked up wit' a bullet through his clothes\nPositively, nothing's positive\nNegativity's positively how we live\nPositively, nothing's positive\nNegativity's positively how we live\n\nYeah, ladies and gentlemen, undivided attention\nXzibit get you open like Nicole Brown Simpson\nIt's the most dangerous thing next to grizzlies, unsolved mysteries\nXzibit hit you penitentiary-style\nQuick, sharp and straight to the neck\nI'm heavy on your chest\nI'm all up in your life like stress\nThe coast that resides to your left\nWhere niggas perpetrate and catch a fate worse than death\nAnd like cyanide, I'm hard to detect\nGot more designs and straight lines than an architect\nKing Tee, Chapter 4, Verse 7 reads:\n\"Xzibit shall come down and break down humanity\"\nNiggas lose they sanity tryna handle me\nDysfunctional member of the Alkaholic Family\n\nI'm-I'm gonna have to stop for a minute, because... (inaudible)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Positively Negative\n  artist: Xzibit\n  album: At the Speed of Life [HD]\n  duration_ms: 216000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The Alkaholic funks in the house (Thanks for coming)\n\n  Now, let me introduce who's first\n  A nigga that's been down with the set since birth\n  Whatever it was worth\n  I checked in on the norm, since a juvenile callin' shots in the dorm\n  Mom said \"You better get right or shake the spot\"\n  I chose to break and be a rollin' stone like pops\n  Stashin' my rocks by the gate with the Gs\n  So I can talk crazy when the narks yell \"Freeze!\"\n  I don't fight the feel, I gots to hustle wit' a passion\n  Comin' 'cross states to put you down with some action\n  In actuality, I keeps it real on the streets\n  Reminiscin' younger days over gangsta-ass beats, and I\n  Hit the weed 'till my eyeballs bleed\n  While my life is corrupted by lust and greed\n  Serve you anything from cocaine up to speed\n  I came wit' the drank so here's five on the weed\n\n  Yeah, Yeah\n  See, kids don't belong up in grown folk's business\n  The Likwit niggas rollin' through wit' a thickness\n  Sickness bear witness like tequila without no chaser\n  It burns going down, niggas guaranteed to drown\n  Legendary sound from the West Coast underground\n  The mighty King Tee and mister X to the Z\n  Never underestimate the power of the X-Man\n  Dismantle your plan, or just catch you wit' a backhand\n  Xzibit bring it to you live wit' the know-how\n  Cool in the gang, it ain't about to change my lifestyle\n  I'm catching bodies in this uphill battle\n  But Xzibit unravel how smoke will travel\n  I bust Teflon rhymes into the crowd, bitch\n  You ain't Steve Rif, so stop tryna get loud!\n  You need to pump your brakes to avoid the collision\n  Xzibit still winnin' wit' unanimous decisions\n\n  It's going down once again, everybody lay down\n  Run your money and your jewels to the front without a sound\n  The infamous, supreme King Tee - glad to meet ya!\n  Deranged in a motherfuckin' brain through your speaker, and hey!\n  I run through the hood looking looped\n  Strapped like a motherfuckin' Desert Storm troop\n  Niggas be like \"King Tila, how'd you get that Benz?\"\n  Sending birds to Oklahoma City to my friends\n  I slang the gangsta funk through the night\n  Sometimes I fright, like I'm the ghost of Eric Wright\n  Compton is where I dwell, it's like hell\n  Slanging that shit that's got the smokers in a spell\n  And all my homies live lives like crooks\n  Rich and infamous, hoes wanna look but get shook\n  Because we don't trust you hoes\n  You have a nigga fucked up wit' a bullet through his clothes\n  Positively, nothing's positive\n  Negativity's positively how we live\n  Positively, nothing's positive\n  Negativity's positively how we live\n\n  Yeah, ladies and gentlemen, undivided attention\n  Xzibit get you open like Nicole Brown Simpson\n  It's the most dangerous thing next to grizzlies, unsolved mysteries\n  Xzibit hit you penitentiary-style\n  Quick, sharp and straight to the neck\n  I'm heavy on your chest\n  I'm all up in your life like stress\n  The coast that resides to your left\n  Where niggas perpetrate and catch a fate worse than death\n  And like cyanide, I'm hard to detect\n  Got more designs and straight lines than an architect\n  King Tee, Chapter 4, Verse 7 reads:\n  \"Xzibit shall come down and break down humanity\"\n  Niggas lose they sanity tryna handle me\n  Dysfunctional member of the Alkaholic Family\n\n  I'm-I'm gonna have to stop for a minute, because... (inaudible)\n"},{"id":20857147,"name":"05 Positively Negative","trackName":"05 Positively Negative","artistName":"Xzibit","albumName":"At the Speed of Life","duration":216.346122,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The Alkaholic funks in the house (Thanks for coming)\n\nNow, let me introduce who's first\nA nigga that's been down with the set since birth\nWhatever it was worth\nI checked in on the norm, since a juvenile callin' shots in the dorm\nMom said \"You better get right or shake the spot\"\nI chose to break and be a rollin' stone like pops\nStashin' my rocks by the gate with the Gs\nSo I can talk crazy when the narks yell \"Freeze!\"\nI don't fight the feel, I gots to hustle wit' a passion\nComin' 'cross states to put you down with some action\nIn actuality, I keeps it real on the streets\nReminiscin' younger days over gangsta-ass beats, and I\nHit the weed 'till my eyeballs bleed\nWhile my life is corrupted by lust and greed\nServe you anything from cocaine up to speed\nI came wit' the drank so here's five on the weed\n\nYeah, Yeah\nSee, kids don't belong up in grown folk's business\nThe Likwit niggas rollin' through wit' a thickness\nSickness bear witness like tequila without no chaser\nIt burns going down, niggas guaranteed to drown\nLegendary sound from the West Coast underground\nThe mighty King Tee and mister X to the Z\nNever underestimate the power of the X-Man\nDismantle your plan, or just catch you wit' a backhand\nXzibit bring it to you live wit' the know-how\nCool in the gang, it ain't about to change my lifestyle\nI'm catching bodies in this uphill battle\nBut Xzibit unravel how smoke will travel\nI bust Teflon rhymes into the crowd, bitch\nYou ain't Steve Rif, so stop tryna get loud!\nYou need to pump your brakes to avoid the collision\nXzibit still winnin' wit' unanimous decisions\n\nIt's going down once again, everybody lay down\nRun your money and your jewels to the front without a sound\nThe infamous, supreme King Tee - glad to meet ya!\nDeranged in a motherfuckin' brain through your speaker, and hey!\nI run through the hood looking looped\nStrapped like a motherfuckin' Desert Storm troop\nNiggas be like \"King Tila, how'd you get that Benz?\"\nSending birds to Oklahoma City to my friends\nI slang the gangsta funk through the night\nSometimes I fright, like I'm the ghost of Eric Wright\nCompton is where I dwell, it's like hell\nSlanging that shit that's got the smokers in a spell\nAnd all my homies live lives like crooks\nRich and infamous, hoes wanna look but get shook\nBecause we don't trust you hoes\nYou have a nigga fucked up wit' a bullet through his clothes\nPositively, nothing's positive\nNegativity's positively how we live\nPositively, nothing's positive\nNegativity's positively how we live\n\nYeah, ladies and gentlemen, undivided attention\nXzibit get you open like Nicole Brown Simpson\nIt's the most dangerous thing next to grizzlies, unsolved mysteries\nXzibit hit you penitentiary-style\nQuick, sharp and straight to the neck\nI'm heavy on your chest\nI'm all up in your life like stress\nThe coast that resides to your left\nWhere niggas perpetrate and catch a fate worse than death\nAnd like cyanide, I'm hard to detect\nGot more designs and straight lines than an architect\nKing Tee, Chapter 4, Verse 7 reads:\n\"Xzibit shall come down and break down humanity\"\nNiggas lose they sanity tryna handle me\nDysfunctional member of the Alkaholic Family\n\nI'm-I'm gonna have to stop for a minute, because... (inaudible)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 05 Positively Negative\n  artist: Xzibit\n  album: At the Speed of Life\n  duration_ms: 216346\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The Alkaholic funks in the house (Thanks for coming)\n\n  Now, let me introduce who's first\n  A nigga that's been down with the set since birth\n  Whatever it was worth\n  I checked in on the norm, since a juvenile callin' shots in the dorm\n  Mom said \"You better get right or shake the spot\"\n  I chose to break and be a rollin' stone like pops\n  Stashin' my rocks by the gate with the Gs\n  So I can talk crazy when the narks yell \"Freeze!\"\n  I don't fight the feel, I gots to hustle wit' a passion\n  Comin' 'cross states to put you down with some action\n  In actuality, I keeps it real on the streets\n  Reminiscin' younger days over gangsta-ass beats, and I\n  Hit the weed 'till my eyeballs bleed\n  While my life is corrupted by lust and greed\n  Serve you anything from cocaine up to speed\n  I came wit' the drank so here's five on the weed\n\n  Yeah, Yeah\n  See, kids don't belong up in grown folk's business\n  The Likwit niggas rollin' through wit' a thickness\n  Sickness bear witness like tequila without no chaser\n  It burns going down, niggas guaranteed to drown\n  Legendary sound from the West Coast underground\n  The mighty King Tee and mister X to the Z\n  Never underestimate the power of the X-Man\n  Dismantle your plan, or just catch you wit' a backhand\n  Xzibit bring it to you live wit' the know-how\n  Cool in the gang, it ain't about to change my lifestyle\n  I'm catching bodies in this uphill battle\n  But Xzibit unravel how smoke will travel\n  I bust Teflon rhymes into the crowd, bitch\n  You ain't Steve Rif, so stop tryna get loud!\n  You need to pump your brakes to avoid the collision\n  Xzibit still winnin' wit' unanimous decisions\n\n  It's going down once again, everybody lay down\n  Run your money and your jewels to the front without a sound\n  The infamous, supreme King Tee - glad to meet ya!\n  Deranged in a motherfuckin' brain through your speaker, and hey!\n  I run through the hood looking looped\n  Strapped like a motherfuckin' Desert Storm troop\n  Niggas be like \"King Tila, how'd you get that Benz?\"\n  Sending birds to Oklahoma City to my friends\n  I slang the gangsta funk through the night\n  Sometimes I fright, like I'm the ghost of Eric Wright\n  Compton is where I dwell, it's like hell\n  Slanging that shit that's got the smokers in a spell\n  And all my homies live lives like crooks\n  Rich and infamous, hoes wanna look but get shook\n  Because we don't trust you hoes\n  You have a nigga fucked up wit' a bullet through his clothes\n  Positively, nothing's positive\n  Negativity's positively how we live\n  Positively, nothing's positive\n  Negativity's positively how we live\n\n  Yeah, ladies and gentlemen, undivided attention\n  Xzibit get you open like Nicole Brown Simpson\n  It's the most dangerous thing next to grizzlies, unsolved mysteries\n  Xzibit hit you penitentiary-style\n  Quick, sharp and straight to the neck\n  I'm heavy on your chest\n  I'm all up in your life like stress\n  The coast that resides to your left\n  Where niggas perpetrate and catch a fate worse than death\n  And like cyanide, I'm hard to detect\n  Got more designs and straight lines than an architect\n  King Tee, Chapter 4, Verse 7 reads:\n  \"Xzibit shall come down and break down humanity\"\n  Niggas lose they sanity tryna handle me\n  Dysfunctional member of the Alkaholic Family\n\n  I'm-I'm gonna have to stop for a minute, because... (inaudible)\n"},{"id":2581441,"name":"Positively Negative","trackName":"Positively Negative","artistName":"Xzibit / King Tee","albumName":"At The Speed Of Life","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The Alkaholic funks in the house (Thanks for coming)\n\nNow, let me introduce who's first\nA nigga that's been down with the set since birth\nWhatever it was worth\nI checked in on the norm, since a juvenile callin' shots in the dorm\nMom said \"You better get right or shake the spot\"\nI chose to break and be a rollin' stone like pops\nStashin' my rocks by the gate with the Gs\nSo I can talk crazy when the narks yell \"Freeze!\"\nI don't fight the feel, I gots to hustle wit' a passion\nComin' 'cross states to put you down with some action\nIn actuality, I keeps it real on the streets\nReminiscin' younger days over gangsta-ass beats, and I\nHit the weed 'till my eyeballs bleed\nWhile my life is corrupted by lust and greed\nServe you anything from cocaine up to speed\nI came wit' the drank so here's five on the weed\n\nYeah, Yeah\nSee, kids don't belong up in grown folk's business\nThe Likwit niggas rollin' through wit' a thickness\nSickness bear witness like tequila without no chaser\nIt burns going down, niggas guaranteed to drown\nLegendary sound from the West Coast underground\nThe mighty King Tee and mister X to the Z\nNever underestimate the power of the X-Man\nDismantle your plan, or just catch you wit' a backhand\nXzibit bring it to you live wit' the know-how\nCool in the gang, it ain't about to change my lifestyle\nI'm catching bodies in this uphill battle\nBut Xzibit unravel how smoke will travel\nI bust Teflon rhymes into the crowd, bitch\nYou ain't Steve Rif, so stop tryna get loud!\nYou need to pump your brakes to avoid the collision\nXzibit still winnin' wit' unanimous decisions\n\nIt's going down once again, everybody lay down\nRun your money and your jewels to the front without a sound\nThe infamous, supreme King Tee - glad to meet ya!\nDeranged in a motherfuckin' brain through your speaker, and hey!\nI run through the hood looking looped\nStrapped like a motherfuckin' Desert Storm troop\nNiggas be like \"King Tila, how'd you get that Benz?\"\nSending birds to Oklahoma City to my friends\nI slang the gangsta funk through the night\nSometimes I fright, like I'm the ghost of Eric Wright\nCompton is where I dwell, it's like hell\nSlanging that shit that's got the smokers in a spell\nAnd all my homies live lives like crooks\nRich and infamous, hoes wanna look but get shook\nBecause we don't trust you hoes\nYou have a nigga fucked up wit' a bullet through his clothes\nPositively, nothing's positive\nNegativity's positively how we live\nPositively, nothing's positive\nNegativity's positively how we live\n\nYeah, ladies and gentlemen, undivided attention\nXzibit get you open like Nicole Brown Simpson\nIt's the most dangerous thing next to grizzlies, unsolved mysteries\nXzibit hit you penitentiary-style\nQuick, sharp and straight to the neck\nI'm heavy on your chest\nI'm all up in your life like stress\nThe coast that resides to your left\nWhere niggas perpetrate and catch a fate worse than death\nAnd like cyanide, I'm hard to detect\nGot more designs and straight lines than an architect\nKing Tee, Chapter 4, Verse 7 reads:\n\"Xzibit shall come down and break down humanity\"\nNiggas lose they sanity tryna handle me\nDysfunctional member of the Alkaholic Family\n\nI'm-I'm gonna have to stop for a minute, because... (inaudible)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Positively Negative\n  artist: Xzibit / King Tee\n  album: At The Speed Of Life\n  duration_ms: 216000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The Alkaholic funks in the house (Thanks for coming)\n\n  Now, let me introduce who's first\n  A nigga that's been down with the set since birth\n  Whatever it was worth\n  I checked in on the norm, since a juvenile callin' shots in the dorm\n  Mom said \"You better get right or shake the spot\"\n  I chose to break and be a rollin' stone like pops\n  Stashin' my rocks by the gate with the Gs\n  So I can talk crazy when the narks yell \"Freeze!\"\n  I don't fight the feel, I gots to hustle wit' a passion\n  Comin' 'cross states to put you down with some action\n  In actuality, I keeps it real on the streets\n  Reminiscin' younger days over gangsta-ass beats, and I\n  Hit the weed 'till my eyeballs bleed\n  While my life is corrupted by lust and greed\n  Serve you anything from cocaine up to speed\n  I came wit' the drank so here's five on the weed\n\n  Yeah, Yeah\n  See, kids don't belong up in grown folk's business\n  The Likwit niggas rollin' through wit' a thickness\n  Sickness bear witness like tequila without no chaser\n  It burns going down, niggas guaranteed to drown\n  Legendary sound from the West Coast underground\n  The mighty King Tee and mister X to the Z\n  Never underestimate the power of the X-Man\n  Dismantle your plan, or just catch you wit' a backhand\n  Xzibit bring it to you live wit' the know-how\n  Cool in the gang, it ain't about to change my lifestyle\n  I'm catching bodies in this uphill battle\n  But Xzibit unravel how smoke will travel\n  I bust Teflon rhymes into the crowd, bitch\n  You ain't Steve Rif, so stop tryna get loud!\n  You need to pump your brakes to avoid the collision\n  Xzibit still winnin' wit' unanimous decisions\n\n  It's going down once again, everybody lay down\n  Run your money and your jewels to the front without a sound\n  The infamous, supreme King Tee - glad to meet ya!\n  Deranged in a motherfuckin' brain through your speaker, and hey!\n  I run through the hood looking looped\n  Strapped like a motherfuckin' Desert Storm troop\n  Niggas be like \"King Tila, how'd you get that Benz?\"\n  Sending birds to Oklahoma City to my friends\n  I slang the gangsta funk through the night\n  Sometimes I fright, like I'm the ghost of Eric Wright\n  Compton is where I dwell, it's like hell\n  Slanging that shit that's got the smokers in a spell\n  And all my homies live lives like crooks\n  Rich and infamous, hoes wanna look but get shook\n  Because we don't trust you hoes\n  You have a nigga fucked up wit' a bullet through his clothes\n  Positively, nothing's positive\n  Negativity's positively how we live\n  Positively, nothing's positive\n  Negativity's positively how we live\n\n  Yeah, ladies and gentlemen, undivided attention\n  Xzibit get you open like Nicole Brown Simpson\n  It's the most dangerous thing next to grizzlies, unsolved mysteries\n  Xzibit hit you penitentiary-style\n  Quick, sharp and straight to the neck\n  I'm heavy on your chest\n  I'm all up in your life like stress\n  The coast that resides to your left\n  Where niggas perpetrate and catch a fate worse than death\n  And like cyanide, I'm hard to detect\n  Got more designs and straight lines than an architect\n  King Tee, Chapter 4, Verse 7 reads:\n  \"Xzibit shall come down and break down humanity\"\n  Niggas lose they sanity tryna handle me\n  Dysfunctional member of the Alkaholic Family\n\n  I'm-I'm gonna have to stop for a minute, because... 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King Tee","albumName":"At The Speed Of Life","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The Alkaholic funks in the house (Thanks for coming)\n\nNow, let me introduce who's first\nA nigga that's been down with the set since birth\nWhatever it was worth\nI checked in on the norm, since a juvenile callin' shots in the dorm\nMom said \"You better get right or shake the spot\"\nI chose to break and be a rollin' stone like pops\nStashin' my rocks by the gate with the Gs\nSo I can talk crazy when the narks yell \"Freeze!\"\nI don't fight the feel, I gots to hustle wit' a passion\nComin' 'cross states to put you down with some action\nIn actuality, I keeps it real on the streets\nReminiscin' younger days over gangsta-ass beats, and I\nHit the weed 'till my eyeballs bleed\nWhile my life is corrupted by lust and greed\nServe you anything from cocaine up to speed\nI came wit' the drank so here's five on the weed\n\nYeah, Yeah\nSee, kids don't belong up in grown folk's business\nThe Likwit niggas rollin' through wit' a thickness\nSickness bear witness like tequila without no chaser\nIt burns going down, niggas guaranteed to drown\nLegendary sound from the West Coast underground\nThe mighty King Tee and mister X to the Z\nNever underestimate the power of the X-Man\nDismantle your plan, or just catch you wit' a backhand\nXzibit bring it to you live wit' the know-how\nCool in the gang, it ain't about to change my lifestyle\nI'm catching bodies in this uphill battle\nBut Xzibit unravel how smoke will travel\nI bust Teflon rhymes into the crowd, bitch\nYou ain't Steve Rif, so stop tryna get loud!\nYou need to pump your brakes to avoid the collision\nXzibit still winnin' wit' unanimous decisions\n\nIt's going down once again, everybody lay down\nRun your money and your jewels to the front without a sound\nThe infamous, supreme King Tee - glad to meet ya!\nDeranged in a motherfuckin' brain through your speaker, and hey!\nI run through the hood looking looped\nStrapped like a motherfuckin' Desert Storm troop\nNiggas be like \"King Tila, how'd you get that Benz?\"\nSending birds to Oklahoma City to my friends\nI slang the gangsta funk through the night\nSometimes I fright, like I'm the ghost of Eric Wright\nCompton is where I dwell, it's like hell\nSlanging that shit that's got the smokers in a spell\nAnd all my homies live lives like crooks\nRich and infamous, hoes wanna look but get shook\nBecause we don't trust you hoes\nYou have a nigga fucked up wit' a bullet through his clothes\nPositively, nothing's positive\nNegativity's positively how we live\nPositively, nothing's positive\nNegativity's positively how we live\n\nYeah, ladies and gentlemen, undivided attention\nXzibit get you open like Nicole Brown Simpson\nIt's the most dangerous thing next to grizzlies, unsolved mysteries\nXzibit hit you penitentiary-style\nQuick, sharp and straight to the neck\nI'm heavy on your chest\nI'm all up in your life like stress\nThe coast that resides to your left\nWhere niggas perpetrate and catch a fate worse than death\nAnd like cyanide, I'm hard to detect\nGot more designs and straight lines than an architect\nKing Tee, Chapter 4, Verse 7 reads:\n\"Xzibit shall come down and break down humanity\"\nNiggas lose they sanity tryna handle me\nDysfunctional member of the Alkaholic Family\n\nI'm-I'm gonna have to stop for a minute, because... 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King Tee\n  album: At The Speed Of Life\n  duration_ms: 216000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The Alkaholic funks in the house (Thanks for coming)\n\n  Now, let me introduce who's first\n  A nigga that's been down with the set since birth\n  Whatever it was worth\n  I checked in on the norm, since a juvenile callin' shots in the dorm\n  Mom said \"You better get right or shake the spot\"\n  I chose to break and be a rollin' stone like pops\n  Stashin' my rocks by the gate with the Gs\n  So I can talk crazy when the narks yell \"Freeze!\"\n  I don't fight the feel, I gots to hustle wit' a passion\n  Comin' 'cross states to put you down with some action\n  In actuality, I keeps it real on the streets\n  Reminiscin' younger days over gangsta-ass beats, and I\n  Hit the weed 'till my eyeballs bleed\n  While my life is corrupted by lust and greed\n  Serve you anything from cocaine up to speed\n  I came wit' the drank so here's five on the weed\n\n  Yeah, Yeah\n  See, kids don't belong up in grown folk's business\n  The Likwit niggas rollin' through wit' a thickness\n  Sickness bear witness like tequila without no chaser\n  It burns going down, niggas guaranteed to drown\n  Legendary sound from the West Coast underground\n  The mighty King Tee and mister X to the Z\n  Never underestimate the power of the X-Man\n  Dismantle your plan, or just catch you wit' a backhand\n  Xzibit bring it to you live wit' the know-how\n  Cool in the gang, it ain't about to change my lifestyle\n  I'm catching bodies in this uphill battle\n  But Xzibit unravel how smoke will travel\n  I bust Teflon rhymes into the crowd, bitch\n  You ain't Steve Rif, so stop tryna get loud!\n  You need to pump your brakes to avoid the collision\n  Xzibit still winnin' wit' unanimous decisions\n\n  It's going down once again, everybody lay down\n  Run your money and your jewels to the front without a sound\n  The infamous, supreme King Tee - glad to meet ya!\n  Deranged in a motherfuckin' brain through your speaker, and hey!\n  I run through the hood looking looped\n  Strapped like a motherfuckin' Desert Storm troop\n  Niggas be like \"King Tila, how'd you get that Benz?\"\n  Sending birds to Oklahoma City to my friends\n  I slang the gangsta funk through the night\n  Sometimes I fright, like I'm the ghost of Eric Wright\n  Compton is where I dwell, it's like hell\n  Slanging that shit that's got the smokers in a spell\n  And all my homies live lives like crooks\n  Rich and infamous, hoes wanna look but get shook\n  Because we don't trust you hoes\n  You have a nigga fucked up wit' a bullet through his clothes\n  Positively, nothing's positive\n  Negativity's positively how we live\n  Positively, nothing's positive\n  Negativity's positively how we live\n\n  Yeah, ladies and gentlemen, undivided attention\n  Xzibit get you open like Nicole Brown Simpson\n  It's the most dangerous thing next to grizzlies, unsolved mysteries\n  Xzibit hit you penitentiary-style\n  Quick, sharp and straight to the neck\n  I'm heavy on your chest\n  I'm all up in your life like stress\n  The coast that resides to your left\n  Where niggas perpetrate and catch a fate worse than death\n  And like cyanide, I'm hard to detect\n  Got more designs and straight lines than an architect\n  King Tee, Chapter 4, Verse 7 reads:\n  \"Xzibit shall come down and break down humanity\"\n  Niggas lose they sanity tryna handle me\n  Dysfunctional member of the Alkaholic Family\n\n  I'm-I'm gonna have to stop for a minute, because... (inaudible)\n"},{"id":27611525,"name":"Positively Negative","trackName":"Positively Negative","artistName":"Xzibit ft King Tee","albumName":"At the Speed of Life","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The Alkaholic funks in the house (Thanks for coming)\n\nNow, let me introduce who's first\nA nigga that's been down with the set since birth\nWhatever it was worth\nI checked in on the norm, since a juvenile callin' shots in the dorm\nMom said \"You better get right or shake the spot\"\nI chose to break and be a rollin' stone like pops\nStashin' my rocks by the gate with the Gs\nSo I can talk crazy when the narks yell \"Freeze!\"\nI don't fight the feel, I gots to hustle wit' a passion\nComin' 'cross states to put you down with some action\nIn actuality, I keeps it real on the streets\nReminiscin' younger days over gangsta-ass beats, and I\nHit the weed 'till my eyeballs bleed\nWhile my life is corrupted by lust and greed\nServe you anything from cocaine up to speed\nI came wit' the drank so here's five on the weed\n\nYeah, Yeah\nSee, kids don't belong up in grown folk's business\nThe Likwit niggas rollin' through wit' a thickness\nSickness bear witness like tequila without no chaser\nIt burns going down, niggas guaranteed to drown\nLegendary sound from the West Coast underground\nThe mighty King Tee and mister X to the Z\nNever underestimate the power of the X-Man\nDismantle your plan, or just catch you wit' a backhand\nXzibit bring it to you live wit' the know-how\nCool in the gang, it ain't about to change my lifestyle\nI'm catching bodies in this uphill battle\nBut Xzibit unravel how smoke will travel\nI bust Teflon rhymes into the crowd, bitch\nYou ain't Steve Rif, so stop tryna get loud!\nYou need to pump your brakes to avoid the collision\nXzibit still winnin' wit' unanimous decisions\n\nIt's going down once again, everybody lay down\nRun your money and your jewels to the front without a sound\nThe infamous, supreme King Tee - glad to meet ya!\nDeranged in a motherfuckin' brain through your speaker, and hey!\nI run through the hood looking looped\nStrapped like a motherfuckin' Desert Storm troop\nNiggas be like \"King Tila, how'd you get that Benz?\"\nSending birds to Oklahoma City to my friends\nI slang the gangsta funk through the night\nSometimes I fright, like I'm the ghost of Eric Wright\nCompton is where I dwell, it's like hell\nSlanging that shit that's got the smokers in a spell\nAnd all my homies live lives like crooks\nRich and infamous, hoes wanna look but get shook\nBecause we don't trust you hoes\nYou have a nigga fucked up wit' a bullet through his clothes\nPositively, nothing's positive\nNegativity's positively how we live\nPositively, nothing's positive\nNegativity's positively how we live\n\nYeah, ladies and gentlemen, undivided attention\nXzibit get you open like Nicole Brown Simpson\nIt's the most dangerous thing next to grizzlies, unsolved mysteries\nXzibit hit you penitentiary-style\nQuick, sharp and straight to the neck\nI'm heavy on your chest\nI'm all up in your life like stress\nThe coast that resides to your left\nWhere niggas perpetrate and catch a fate worse than death\nAnd like cyanide, I'm hard to detect\nGot more designs and straight lines than an architect\nKing Tee, Chapter 4, Verse 7 reads:\n\"Xzibit shall come down and break down humanity\"\nNiggas lose they sanity tryna handle me\nDysfunctional member of the Alkaholic Family\n\nI'm-I'm gonna have to stop for a minute, because... (inaudible)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Positively Negative\n  artist: Xzibit ft King Tee\n  album: At the Speed of Life\n  duration_ms: 216000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The Alkaholic funks in the house (Thanks for coming)\n\n  Now, let me introduce who's first\n  A nigga that's been down with the set since birth\n  Whatever it was worth\n  I checked in on the norm, since a juvenile callin' shots in the dorm\n  Mom said \"You better get right or shake the spot\"\n  I chose to break and be a rollin' stone like pops\n  Stashin' my rocks by the gate with the Gs\n  So I can talk crazy when the narks yell \"Freeze!\"\n  I don't fight the feel, I gots to hustle wit' a passion\n  Comin' 'cross states to put you down with some action\n  In actuality, I keeps it real on the streets\n  Reminiscin' younger days over gangsta-ass beats, and I\n  Hit the weed 'till my eyeballs bleed\n  While my life is corrupted by lust and greed\n  Serve you anything from cocaine up to speed\n  I came wit' the drank so here's five on the weed\n\n  Yeah, Yeah\n  See, kids don't belong up in grown folk's business\n  The Likwit niggas rollin' through wit' a thickness\n  Sickness bear witness like tequila without no chaser\n  It burns going down, niggas guaranteed to drown\n  Legendary sound from the West Coast underground\n  The mighty King Tee and mister X to the Z\n  Never underestimate the power of the X-Man\n  Dismantle your plan, or just catch you wit' a backhand\n  Xzibit bring it to you live wit' the know-how\n  Cool in the gang, it ain't about to change my lifestyle\n  I'm catching bodies in this uphill battle\n  But Xzibit unravel how smoke will travel\n  I bust Teflon rhymes into the crowd, bitch\n  You ain't Steve Rif, so stop tryna get loud!\n  You need to pump your brakes to avoid the collision\n  Xzibit still winnin' wit' unanimous decisions\n\n  It's going down once again, everybody lay down\n  Run your money and your jewels to the front without a sound\n  The infamous, supreme King Tee - glad to meet ya!\n  Deranged in a motherfuckin' brain through your speaker, and hey!\n  I run through the hood looking looped\n  Strapped like a motherfuckin' Desert Storm troop\n  Niggas be like \"King Tila, how'd you get that Benz?\"\n  Sending birds to Oklahoma City to my friends\n  I slang the gangsta funk through the night\n  Sometimes I fright, like I'm the ghost of Eric Wright\n  Compton is where I dwell, it's like hell\n  Slanging that shit that's got the smokers in a spell\n  And all my homies live lives like crooks\n  Rich and infamous, hoes wanna look but get shook\n  Because we don't trust you hoes\n  You have a nigga fucked up wit' a bullet through his clothes\n  Positively, nothing's positive\n  Negativity's positively how we live\n  Positively, nothing's positive\n  Negativity's positively how we live\n\n  Yeah, ladies and gentlemen, undivided attention\n  Xzibit get you open like Nicole Brown Simpson\n  It's the most dangerous thing next to grizzlies, unsolved mysteries\n  Xzibit hit you penitentiary-style\n  Quick, sharp and straight to the neck\n  I'm heavy on your chest\n  I'm all up in your life like stress\n  The coast that resides to your left\n  Where niggas perpetrate and catch a fate worse than death\n  And like cyanide, I'm hard to detect\n  Got more designs and straight lines than an architect\n  King Tee, Chapter 4, Verse 7 reads:\n  \"Xzibit shall come down and break down humanity\"\n  Niggas lose they sanity tryna handle me\n  Dysfunctional member of the Alkaholic Family\n\n  I'm-I'm gonna have to stop for a minute, because... 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(inaudible)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: positively negative feat king\n  artist: xzibit\n  album: at the speed of life\n  duration_ms: 216000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The Alkaholic funks in the house (Thanks for coming)\n\n  Now, let me introduce who's first\n  A nigga that's been down with the set since birth\n  Whatever it was worth\n  I checked in on the norm, since a juvenile callin' shots in the dorm\n  Mom said \"You better get right or shake the spot\"\n  I chose to break and be a rollin' stone like pops\n  Stashin' my rocks by the gate with the Gs\n  So I can talk crazy when the narks yell \"Freeze!\"\n  I don't fight the feel, I gots to hustle wit' a passion\n  Comin' 'cross states to put you down with some action\n  In actuality, I keeps it real on the streets\n  Reminiscin' younger days over gangsta-ass beats, and I\n  Hit the weed 'till my eyeballs bleed\n  While my life is corrupted by lust and greed\n  Serve you anything from cocaine up to speed\n  I came wit' the drank so here's five on the weed\n\n  Yeah, Yeah\n  See, kids don't belong up in grown folk's business\n  The Likwit niggas rollin' through wit' a thickness\n  Sickness bear witness like tequila without no chaser\n  It burns going down, niggas guaranteed to drown\n  Legendary sound from the West Coast underground\n  The mighty King Tee and mister X to the Z\n  Never underestimate the power of the X-Man\n  Dismantle your plan, or just catch you wit' a backhand\n  Xzibit bring it to you live wit' the know-how\n  Cool in the gang, it ain't about to change my lifestyle\n  I'm catching bodies in this uphill battle\n  But Xzibit unravel how smoke will travel\n  I bust Teflon rhymes into the crowd, bitch\n  You ain't Steve Rif, so stop tryna get loud!\n  You need to pump your brakes to avoid the collision\n  Xzibit still winnin' wit' unanimous decisions\n\n  It's going down once again, everybody lay down\n  Run your money and your jewels to the front without a sound\n  The infamous, supreme King Tee - glad to meet ya!\n  Deranged in a motherfuckin' brain through your speaker, and hey!\n  I run through the hood looking looped\n  Strapped like a motherfuckin' Desert Storm troop\n  Niggas be like \"King Tila, how'd you get that Benz?\"\n  Sending birds to Oklahoma City to my friends\n  I slang the gangsta funk through the night\n  Sometimes I fright, like I'm the ghost of Eric Wright\n  Compton is where I dwell, it's like hell\n  Slanging that shit that's got the smokers in a spell\n  And all my homies live lives like crooks\n  Rich and infamous, hoes wanna look but get shook\n  Because we don't trust you hoes\n  You have a nigga fucked up wit' a bullet through his clothes\n  Positively, nothing's positive\n  Negativity's positively how we live\n  Positively, nothing's positive\n  Negativity's positively how we live\n\n  Yeah, ladies and gentlemen, undivided attention\n  Xzibit get you open like Nicole Brown Simpson\n  It's the most dangerous thing next to grizzlies, unsolved mysteries\n  Xzibit hit you penitentiary-style\n  Quick, sharp and straight to the neck\n  I'm heavy on your chest\n  I'm all up in your life like stress\n  The coast that resides to your left\n  Where niggas perpetrate and catch a fate worse than death\n  And like cyanide, I'm hard to detect\n  Got more designs and straight lines than an architect\n  King Tee, Chapter 4, Verse 7 reads:\n  \"Xzibit shall come down and break down humanity\"\n  Niggas lose they sanity tryna handle me\n  Dysfunctional member of the Alkaholic Family\n\n  I'm-I'm gonna have to stop for a minute, because... 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King Tee)\n  artist: Xzibit, King Tee\n  album: At The Speed Of Life\n  duration_ms: 216000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The Alkaholic funks in the house (Thanks for coming)\n\n  Now, let me introduce who's first\n  A nigga that's been down with the set since birth\n  Whatever it was worth\n  I checked in on the norm, since a juvenile callin' shots in the dorm\n  Mom said \"You better get right or shake the spot\"\n  I chose to break and be a rollin' stone like pops\n  Stashin' my rocks by the gate with the Gs\n  So I can talk crazy when the narks yell \"Freeze!\"\n  I don't fight the feel, I gots to hustle wit' a passion\n  Comin' 'cross states to put you down with some action\n  In actuality, I keeps it real on the streets\n  Reminiscin' younger days over gangsta-ass beats, and I\n  Hit the weed 'till my eyeballs bleed\n  While my life is corrupted by lust and greed\n  Serve you anything from cocaine up to speed\n  I came wit' the drank so here's five on the weed\n\n  Yeah, Yeah\n  See, kids don't belong up in grown folk's business\n  The Likwit niggas rollin' through wit' a thickness\n  Sickness bear witness like tequila without no chaser\n  It burns going down, niggas guaranteed to drown\n  Legendary sound from the West Coast underground\n  The mighty King Tee and mister X to the Z\n  Never underestimate the power of the X-Man\n  Dismantle your plan, or just catch you wit' a backhand\n  Xzibit bring it to you live wit' the know-how\n  Cool in the gang, it ain't about to change my lifestyle\n  I'm catching bodies in this uphill battle\n  But Xzibit unravel how smoke will travel\n  I bust Teflon rhymes into the crowd, bitch\n  You ain't Steve Rif, so stop tryna get loud!\n  You need to pump your brakes to avoid the collision\n  Xzibit still winnin' wit' unanimous decisions\n\n  It's going down once again, everybody lay down\n  Run your money and your jewels to the front without a sound\n  The infamous, supreme King Tee - glad to meet ya!\n  Deranged in a motherfuckin' brain through your speaker, and hey!\n  I run through the hood looking looped\n  Strapped like a motherfuckin' Desert Storm troop\n  Niggas be like \"King Tila, how'd you get that Benz?\"\n  Sending birds to Oklahoma City to my friends\n  I slang the gangsta funk through the night\n  Sometimes I fright, like I'm the ghost of Eric Wright\n  Compton is where I dwell, it's like hell\n  Slanging that shit that's got the smokers in a spell\n  And all my homies live lives like crooks\n  Rich and infamous, hoes wanna look but get shook\n  Because we don't trust you hoes\n  You have a nigga fucked up wit' a bullet through his clothes\n  Positively, nothing's positive\n  Negativity's positively how we live\n  Positively, nothing's positive\n  Negativity's positively how we live\n\n  Yeah, ladies and gentlemen, undivided attention\n  Xzibit get you open like Nicole Brown Simpson\n  It's the most dangerous thing next to grizzlies, unsolved mysteries\n  Xzibit hit you penitentiary-style\n  Quick, sharp and straight to the neck\n  I'm heavy on your chest\n  I'm all up in your life like stress\n  The coast that resides to your left\n  Where niggas perpetrate and catch a fate worse than death\n  And like cyanide, I'm hard to detect\n  Got more designs and straight lines than an architect\n  King Tee, Chapter 4, Verse 7 reads:\n  \"Xzibit shall come down and break down humanity\"\n  Niggas lose they sanity tryna handle me\n  Dysfunctional member of the Alkaholic Family\n\n  I'm-I'm gonna have to stop for a minute, because... 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King Tee","albumName":"At The Speed Of Life","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The Alkaholic funks in the house (Thanks for coming)\n\nNow, let me introduce who's first\nA nigga that's been down with the set since birth\nWhatever it was worth\nI checked in on the norm, since a juvenile callin' shots in the dorm\nMom said \"You better get right or shake the spot\"\nI chose to break and be a rollin' stone like pops\nStashin' my rocks by the gate with the Gs\nSo I can talk crazy when the narks yell \"Freeze!\"\nI don't fight the feel, I gots to hustle wit' a passion\nComin' 'cross states to put you down with some action\nIn actuality, I keeps it real on the streets\nReminiscin' younger days over gangsta-ass beats, and I\nHit the weed 'till my eyeballs bleed\nWhile my life is corrupted by lust and greed\nServe you anything from cocaine up to speed\nI came wit' the drank so here's five on the weed\n\nYeah, Yeah\nSee, kids don't belong up in grown folk's business\nThe Likwit niggas rollin' through wit' a thickness\nSickness bear witness like tequila without no chaser\nIt burns going down, niggas guaranteed to drown\nLegendary sound from the West Coast underground\nThe mighty King Tee and mister X to the Z\nNever underestimate the power of the X-Man\nDismantle your plan, or just catch you wit' a backhand\nXzibit bring it to you live wit' the know-how\nCool in the gang, it ain't about to change my lifestyle\nI'm catching bodies in this uphill battle\nBut Xzibit unravel how smoke will travel\nI bust Teflon rhymes into the crowd, bitch\nYou ain't Steve Rif, so stop tryna get loud!\nYou need to pump your brakes to avoid the collision\nXzibit still winnin' wit' unanimous decisions\n\nIt's going down once again, everybody lay down\nRun your money and your jewels to the front without a sound\nThe infamous, supreme King Tee - glad to meet ya!\nDeranged in a motherfuckin' brain through your speaker, and hey!\nI run through the hood looking looped\nStrapped like a motherfuckin' Desert Storm troop\nNiggas be like \"King Tila, how'd you get that Benz?\"\nSending birds to Oklahoma City to my friends\nI slang the gangsta funk through the night\nSometimes I fright, like I'm the ghost of Eric Wright\nCompton is where I dwell, it's like hell\nSlanging that shit that's got the smokers in a spell\nAnd all my homies live lives like crooks\nRich and infamous, hoes wanna look but get shook\nBecause we don't trust you hoes\nYou have a nigga fucked up wit' a bullet through his clothes\nPositively, nothing's positive\nNegativity's positively how we live\nPositively, nothing's positive\nNegativity's positively how we live\n\nYeah, ladies and gentlemen, undivided attention\nXzibit get you open like Nicole Brown Simpson\nIt's the most dangerous thing next to grizzlies, unsolved mysteries\nXzibit hit you penitentiary-style\nQuick, sharp and straight to the neck\nI'm heavy on your chest\nI'm all up in your life like stress\nThe coast that resides to your left\nWhere niggas perpetrate and catch a fate worse than death\nAnd like cyanide, I'm hard to detect\nGot more designs and straight lines than an architect\nKing Tee, Chapter 4, Verse 7 reads:\n\"Xzibit shall come down and break down humanity\"\nNiggas lose they sanity tryna handle me\nDysfunctional member of the Alkaholic Family\n\nI'm-I'm gonna have to stop for a minute, because... (inaudible)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Positively Negative (feat. King Tee)\n  artist: Xzibit feat. King Tee\n  album: At The Speed Of Life\n  duration_ms: 216000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The Alkaholic funks in the house (Thanks for coming)\n\n  Now, let me introduce who's first\n  A nigga that's been down with the set since birth\n  Whatever it was worth\n  I checked in on the norm, since a juvenile callin' shots in the dorm\n  Mom said \"You better get right or shake the spot\"\n  I chose to break and be a rollin' stone like pops\n  Stashin' my rocks by the gate with the Gs\n  So I can talk crazy when the narks yell \"Freeze!\"\n  I don't fight the feel, I gots to hustle wit' a passion\n  Comin' 'cross states to put you down with some action\n  In actuality, I keeps it real on the streets\n  Reminiscin' younger days over gangsta-ass beats, and I\n  Hit the weed 'till my eyeballs bleed\n  While my life is corrupted by lust and greed\n  Serve you anything from cocaine up to speed\n  I came wit' the drank so here's five on the weed\n\n  Yeah, Yeah\n  See, kids don't belong up in grown folk's business\n  The Likwit niggas rollin' through wit' a thickness\n  Sickness bear witness like tequila without no chaser\n  It burns going down, niggas guaranteed to drown\n  Legendary sound from the West Coast underground\n  The mighty King Tee and mister X to the Z\n  Never underestimate the power of the X-Man\n  Dismantle your plan, or just catch you wit' a backhand\n  Xzibit bring it to you live wit' the know-how\n  Cool in the gang, it ain't about to change my lifestyle\n  I'm catching bodies in this uphill battle\n  But Xzibit unravel how smoke will travel\n  I bust Teflon rhymes into the crowd, bitch\n  You ain't Steve Rif, so stop tryna get loud!\n  You need to pump your brakes to avoid the collision\n  Xzibit still winnin' wit' unanimous decisions\n\n  It's going down once again, everybody lay down\n  Run your money and your jewels to the front without a sound\n  The infamous, supreme King Tee - glad to meet ya!\n  Deranged in a motherfuckin' brain through your speaker, and hey!\n  I run through the hood looking looped\n  Strapped like a motherfuckin' Desert Storm troop\n  Niggas be like \"King Tila, how'd you get that Benz?\"\n  Sending birds to Oklahoma City to my friends\n  I slang the gangsta funk through the night\n  Sometimes I fright, like I'm the ghost of Eric Wright\n  Compton is where I dwell, it's like hell\n  Slanging that shit that's got the smokers in a spell\n  And all my homies live lives like crooks\n  Rich and infamous, hoes wanna look but get shook\n  Because we don't trust you hoes\n  You have a nigga fucked up wit' a bullet through his clothes\n  Positively, nothing's positive\n  Negativity's positively how we live\n  Positively, nothing's positive\n  Negativity's positively how we live\n\n  Yeah, ladies and gentlemen, undivided attention\n  Xzibit get you open like Nicole Brown Simpson\n  It's the most dangerous thing next to grizzlies, unsolved mysteries\n  Xzibit hit you penitentiary-style\n  Quick, sharp and straight to the neck\n  I'm heavy on your chest\n  I'm all up in your life like stress\n  The coast that resides to your left\n  Where niggas perpetrate and catch a fate worse than death\n  And like cyanide, I'm hard to detect\n  Got more designs and straight lines than an architect\n  King Tee, Chapter 4, Verse 7 reads:\n  \"Xzibit shall come down and break down humanity\"\n  Niggas lose they sanity tryna handle me\n  Dysfunctional member of the Alkaholic Family\n\n  I'm-I'm gonna have to stop for a minute, because... (inaudible)\n"}]