[{"id":32919064,"name":"Straight Talk from NY","trackName":"Straight Talk from NY","artistName":"Dj Honda, Grand Puba, Sadat X, Wakeem","albumName":"dj honda (Remaster)","duration":313.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, somethin' designed to make your spine wind one time\nWith DJ Honda, this is how we represent\nY'knowhatI'msayin? We gon' bash you in the head with somethin'\nReal real nice, y'all hold on\nHere we go, check it out\nAnd you don't stop\n\nWhat up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\nFrom New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\nWhat up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\nFrom New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\nWhat up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\nFrom New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\nWhat up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\nFrom New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n\nWalk in New York with the big stick loaded\nMost voted for by daily tabloid\nFrom Tokyo to Roppongi Square, I'll be there\nAnd as the plan unfurls, I freak the geisha girls\nSadat X, I'm on New York, then the yellow cabs\nI move your pectoral muscle on down to your abs\nMy man Honda, not the car but the DJ\nAttack the pans and move fast with your hands\nI've been to wild lands and walked across the burning sands\nCan I have a little more sake in my cup?\nYo Honda, I'm kind of fond of these Japanese women\nThey treat me like a king and scream my name out loud\nThere's room for one more, three's never a crowd, huh\nMy cloak and dagger is enough to make you swagger\nBeen on this here stage since twelve years of age, hah\nThe pleasure principle is invisible\nSight unseen, I'm long and lean\nIt's like that, Sadat X is the president, hah\nLive and on stage, New York resident, check it\n\nWhat up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\nFrom New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\nWhat up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\nFrom New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\nWhat up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\nFrom New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\nWhat up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\nFrom New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n\nUh-oh, cameras and flicks, reporters all on my shit\nChickens be analyzin' from London to Japan\nChewin' me and my man, we chinky off the scama\nThey know we holdin' for drama so they ain't sayin' nathan\nMeditatin', mad Gucci, eatin' sushi\nWith the chicks who sport links and Giorgio Armani\nSee me and my China mami slippin' outta town\nShe love a nigga long time, still holdin' me down\nAnd tell 'em the King of New York, a black Frank White\nAight then, I'm still politicin', scrapin' all the paper in\nBring the sake in, the Bronx got a brother thinkin'\nLive Tokyo walk, Sadat'll blow the spot up\n\nWhat up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\nFrom New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\nWhat up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\nFrom New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\nWhat up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\nFrom New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\nWhat up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\nFrom New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n\nIt's time to run right through ya like white castles do ya\nBe true to the game or I'll play like I never knew ya\nBrothers here can't get a red penny\nMess around and catch a bad one like that Devil Denney\nNowadays I'm real leary on the Hilfiger\nHit them people off, now it's time to see a nigga\nA fat Benz, seven digits and all that\n'Cause I'm the one who put Tommy Hilfiger on the map\nIt's time to surrender, servin' MC's like a bartender\nMonkey wrench your whole agenda\nBrothers got more game than Bob Barker\nBut I'm smoother than Peter Parker\nIn junior high I kept vodka in my locker\nMama love don't get home 'til 6:30\nBag a joint, push to the room and get dirty\nI'm puttin' MC's to the curb\nPuttin' brothers outta business like Barney did Big Bird\nI got to have it bad, I'm hungry, mess around, I'll swallow ya\nMore hungry than a nigga in Somalia\nGrand Puba Sadat X comin' here to wet it\nNot gonna let it go\nMy rhymes vary 'cause I'm good like Kerry\nI pop shit like a cherry, make it blue like berry\nI stay thinkin', me take shorts is dead as stinkin'\nI spent my loot on my knickers down to my last Lincoln\nOh, let me out so I can run my route\nPlus make the girls pout 'cause I am trippin' out\nBaby, no maybe baby, on top like gravy\nRun with more motherfuckers than the Navy\nNo fakin', I push the As-salamu alaykum\nWhile brothers turnin' foul like bacon\nYou can't steal the style 'cause it's taken\nI leave you in your boots shakin'\nWhile I'm countin' all the money that I'm makin'\nNo diggity, no doubt\nWith my man Honda, and I'm out\n\nWhat up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\nFrom New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\nWhat up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\nFrom New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\nWhat up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\nFrom New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\nWhat up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\nFrom New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Straight Talk from NY\n  artist: Dj Honda, Grand Puba, Sadat X, Wakeem\n  album: dj honda (Remaster)\n  duration_ms: 313000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, somethin' designed to make your spine wind one time\n  With DJ Honda, this is how we represent\n  Y'knowhatI'msayin? We gon' bash you in the head with somethin'\n  Real real nice, y'all hold on\n  Here we go, check it out\n  And you don't stop\n\n  What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\n  From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n  What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\n  From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n  What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\n  From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n  What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\n  From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n\n  Walk in New York with the big stick loaded\n  Most voted for by daily tabloid\n  From Tokyo to Roppongi Square, I'll be there\n  And as the plan unfurls, I freak the geisha girls\n  Sadat X, I'm on New York, then the yellow cabs\n  I move your pectoral muscle on down to your abs\n  My man Honda, not the car but the DJ\n  Attack the pans and move fast with your hands\n  I've been to wild lands and walked across the burning sands\n  Can I have a little more sake in my cup?\n  Yo Honda, I'm kind of fond of these Japanese women\n  They treat me like a king and scream my name out loud\n  There's room for one more, three's never a crowd, huh\n  My cloak and dagger is enough to make you swagger\n  Been on this here stage since twelve years of age, hah\n  The pleasure principle is invisible\n  Sight unseen, I'm long and lean\n  It's like that, Sadat X is the president, hah\n  Live and on stage, New York resident, check it\n\n  What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\n  From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n  What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\n  From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n  What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\n  From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n  What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\n  From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n\n  Uh-oh, cameras and flicks, reporters all on my shit\n  Chickens be analyzin' from London to Japan\n  Chewin' me and my man, we chinky off the scama\n  They know we holdin' for drama so they ain't sayin' nathan\n  Meditatin', mad Gucci, eatin' sushi\n  With the chicks who sport links and Giorgio Armani\n  See me and my China mami slippin' outta town\n  She love a nigga long time, still holdin' me down\n  And tell 'em the King of New York, a black Frank White\n  Aight then, I'm still politicin', scrapin' all the paper in\n  Bring the sake in, the Bronx got a brother thinkin'\n  Live Tokyo walk, Sadat'll blow the spot up\n\n  What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\n  From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n  What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\n  From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n  What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\n  From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n  What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\n  From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n\n  It's time to run right through ya like white castles do ya\n  Be true to the game or I'll play like I never knew ya\n  Brothers here can't get a red penny\n  Mess around and catch a bad one like that Devil Denney\n  Nowadays I'm real leary on the Hilfiger\n  Hit them people off, now it's time to see a nigga\n  A fat Benz, seven digits and all that\n  'Cause I'm the one who put Tommy Hilfiger on the map\n  It's time to surrender, servin' MC's like a bartender\n  Monkey wrench your whole agenda\n  Brothers got more game than Bob Barker\n  But I'm smoother than Peter Parker\n  In junior high I kept vodka in my locker\n  Mama love don't get home 'til 6:30\n  Bag a joint, push to the room and get dirty\n  I'm puttin' MC's to the curb\n  Puttin' brothers outta business like Barney did Big Bird\n  I got to have it bad, I'm hungry, mess around, I'll swallow ya\n  More hungry than a nigga in Somalia\n  Grand Puba Sadat X comin' here to wet it\n  Not gonna let it go\n  My rhymes vary 'cause I'm good like Kerry\n  I pop shit like a cherry, make it blue like berry\n  I stay thinkin', me take shorts is dead as stinkin'\n  I spent my loot on my knickers down to my last Lincoln\n  Oh, let me out so I can run my route\n  Plus make the girls pout 'cause I am trippin' out\n  Baby, no maybe baby, on top like gravy\n  Run with more motherfuckers than the Navy\n  No fakin', I push the As-salamu alaykum\n  While brothers turnin' foul like bacon\n  You can't steal the style 'cause it's taken\n  I leave you in your boots shakin'\n  While I'm countin' all the money that I'm makin'\n  No diggity, no doubt\n  With my man Honda, and I'm out\n\n  What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\n  From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n  What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\n  From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n  What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\n  From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n  What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\n  From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n"},{"id":30537259,"name":"Straight Talk From NY","trackName":"Straight Talk From NY","artistName":"DJ Honda feat. Grand Puba, Sadat X & Wakeem","albumName":"H","duration":313.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, somethin' designed to make your spine wind one time\nWith DJ Honda, this is how we represent\nY'knowhatI'msayin? We gon' bash you in the head with somethin'\nReal real nice, y'all hold on\nHere we go, check it out\nAnd you don't stop\n\nWhat up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\nFrom New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\nWhat up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\nFrom New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\nWhat up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\nFrom New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\nWhat up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\nFrom New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n\nWalk in New York with the big stick loaded\nMost voted for by daily tabloid\nFrom Tokyo to Roppongi Square, I'll be there\nAnd as the plan unfurls, I freak the geisha girls\nSadat X, I'm on New York, then the yellow cabs\nI move your pectoral muscle on down to your abs\nMy man Honda, not the car but the DJ\nAttack the pans and move fast with your hands\nI've been to wild lands and walked across the burning sands\nCan I have a little more sake in my cup?\nYo Honda, I'm kind of fond of these Japanese women\nThey treat me like a king and scream my name out loud\nThere's room for one more, three's never a crowd, huh\nMy cloak and dagger is enough to make you swagger\nBeen on this here stage since twelve years of age, hah\nThe pleasure principle is invisible\nSight unseen, I'm long and lean\nIt's like that, Sadat X is the president, hah\nLive and on stage, New York resident, check it\n\nWhat up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\nFrom New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\nWhat up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\nFrom New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\nWhat up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\nFrom New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\nWhat up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\nFrom New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n\nUh-oh, cameras and flicks, reporters all on my shit\nChickens be analyzin' from London to Japan\nChewin' me and my man, we chinky off the scama\nThey know we holdin' for drama so they ain't sayin' nathan\nMeditatin', mad Gucci, eatin' sushi\nWith the chicks who sport links and Giorgio Armani\nSee me and my China mami slippin' outta town\nShe love a nigga long time, still holdin' me down\nAnd tell 'em the King of New York, a black Frank White\nAight then, I'm still politicin', scrapin' all the paper in\nBring the sake in, the Bronx got a brother thinkin'\nLive Tokyo walk, Sadat'll blow the spot up\n\nWhat up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\nFrom New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\nWhat up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\nFrom New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\nWhat up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\nFrom New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\nWhat up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\nFrom New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n\nIt's time to run right through ya like white castles do ya\nBe true to the game or I'll play like I never knew ya\nBrothers here can't get a red penny\nMess around and catch a bad one like that Devil Denney\nNowadays I'm real leary on the Hilfiger\nHit them people off, now it's time to see a nigga\nA fat Benz, seven digits and all that\n'Cause I'm the one who put Tommy Hilfiger on the map\nIt's time to surrender, servin' MC's like a bartender\nMonkey wrench your whole agenda\nBrothers got more game than Bob Barker\nBut I'm smoother than Peter Parker\nIn junior high I kept vodka in my locker\nMama love don't get home 'til 6:30\nBag a joint, push to the room and get dirty\nI'm puttin' MC's to the curb\nPuttin' brothers outta business like Barney did Big Bird\nI got to have it bad, I'm hungry, mess around, I'll swallow ya\nMore hungry than a nigga in Somalia\nGrand Puba Sadat X comin' here to wet it\nNot gonna let it go\nMy rhymes vary 'cause I'm good like Kerry\nI pop shit like a cherry, make it blue like berry\nI stay thinkin', me take shorts is dead as stinkin'\nI spent my loot on my knickers down to my last Lincoln\nOh, let me out so I can run my route\nPlus make the girls pout 'cause I am trippin' out\nBaby, no maybe baby, on top like gravy\nRun with more motherfuckers than the Navy\nNo fakin', I push the As-salamu alaykum\nWhile brothers turnin' foul like bacon\nYou can't steal the style 'cause it's taken\nI leave you in your boots shakin'\nWhile I'm countin' all the money that I'm makin'\nNo diggity, no doubt\nWith my man Honda, and I'm out\n\nWhat up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\nFrom New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\nWhat up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\nFrom New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\nWhat up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\nFrom New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\nWhat up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\nFrom New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Straight Talk From NY\n  artist: DJ Honda feat. Grand Puba, Sadat X & Wakeem\n  album: H\n  duration_ms: 313000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, somethin' designed to make your spine wind one time\n  With DJ Honda, this is how we represent\n  Y'knowhatI'msayin? We gon' bash you in the head with somethin'\n  Real real nice, y'all hold on\n  Here we go, check it out\n  And you don't stop\n\n  What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\n  From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n  What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\n  From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n  What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\n  From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n  What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\n  From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n\n  Walk in New York with the big stick loaded\n  Most voted for by daily tabloid\n  From Tokyo to Roppongi Square, I'll be there\n  And as the plan unfurls, I freak the geisha girls\n  Sadat X, I'm on New York, then the yellow cabs\n  I move your pectoral muscle on down to your abs\n  My man Honda, not the car but the DJ\n  Attack the pans and move fast with your hands\n  I've been to wild lands and walked across the burning sands\n  Can I have a little more sake in my cup?\n  Yo Honda, I'm kind of fond of these Japanese women\n  They treat me like a king and scream my name out loud\n  There's room for one more, three's never a crowd, huh\n  My cloak and dagger is enough to make you swagger\n  Been on this here stage since twelve years of age, hah\n  The pleasure principle is invisible\n  Sight unseen, I'm long and lean\n  It's like that, Sadat X is the president, hah\n  Live and on stage, New York resident, check it\n\n  What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\n  From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n  What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\n  From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n  What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\n  From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n  What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\n  From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n\n  Uh-oh, cameras and flicks, reporters all on my shit\n  Chickens be analyzin' from London to Japan\n  Chewin' me and my man, we chinky off the scama\n  They know we holdin' for drama so they ain't sayin' nathan\n  Meditatin', mad Gucci, eatin' sushi\n  With the chicks who sport links and Giorgio Armani\n  See me and my China mami slippin' outta town\n  She love a nigga long time, still holdin' me down\n  And tell 'em the King of New York, a black Frank White\n  Aight then, I'm still politicin', scrapin' all the paper in\n  Bring the sake in, the Bronx got a brother thinkin'\n  Live Tokyo walk, Sadat'll blow the spot up\n\n  What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\n  From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n  What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\n  From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n  What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\n  From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n  What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\n  From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n\n  It's time to run right through ya like white castles do ya\n  Be true to the game or I'll play like I never knew ya\n  Brothers here can't get a red penny\n  Mess around and catch a bad one like that Devil Denney\n  Nowadays I'm real leary on the Hilfiger\n  Hit them people off, now it's time to see a nigga\n  A fat Benz, seven digits and all that\n  'Cause I'm the one who put Tommy Hilfiger on the map\n  It's time to surrender, servin' MC's like a bartender\n  Monkey wrench your whole agenda\n  Brothers got more game than Bob Barker\n  But I'm smoother than Peter Parker\n  In junior high I kept vodka in my locker\n  Mama love don't get home 'til 6:30\n  Bag a joint, push to the room and get dirty\n  I'm puttin' MC's to the curb\n  Puttin' brothers outta business like Barney did Big Bird\n  I got to have it bad, I'm hungry, mess around, I'll swallow ya\n  More hungry than a nigga in Somalia\n  Grand Puba Sadat X comin' here to wet it\n  Not gonna let it go\n  My rhymes vary 'cause I'm good like Kerry\n  I pop shit like a cherry, make it blue like berry\n  I stay thinkin', me take shorts is dead as stinkin'\n  I spent my loot on my knickers down to my last Lincoln\n  Oh, let me out so I can run my route\n  Plus make the girls pout 'cause I am trippin' out\n  Baby, no maybe baby, on top like gravy\n  Run with more motherfuckers than the Navy\n  No fakin', I push the As-salamu alaykum\n  While brothers turnin' foul like bacon\n  You can't steal the style 'cause it's taken\n  I leave you in your boots shakin'\n  While I'm countin' all the money that I'm makin'\n  No diggity, no doubt\n  With my man Honda, and I'm out\n\n  What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\n  From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n  What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\n  From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n  What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\n  From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n  What up? Hip-hoppers, as you feel the breeze\n  From New York, straight talk to the Tokyo C's\n"}]