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Keep a pocket full of dough, safe full of stacks\n  Got a big fuckin' crib with a lake in the back\n  And that's yours to the wig, wait, lemme take that back\n  Get outta line, and I'm takin' it back\n\n  I just copped a six, you don't gotta car hop\n  I got a cellar full of Cris', you don't gotta bar hop\n  I got an indoor pool with a divin' board\n  My crib look like somethin' out The Rye Report\n  Laced you, twenty carats, ten in each ear\n  I can take you places you ain't been, nowhere\n  It could be gone tomorrow, but it's here today\n  Cuz I can play cowboy and take it all away, OK?\n\n  (Blackstreet)\n  (Yo, yo)\n  I can't believe my eyes that you're a (Hoe, hoe)\n  It's not really the way that I (Go, go)\n  Why you wanna play with my (Dough, dough)\n  Yo, yo, yo\n\n  Yo, be, be\n  Why you can't be with (Me, me)\n  Tell me why can't you (See, see)\n  I can't let go cuz I got what you on, girl\n\n  (Yo, yo)\n  Yeah, take it out (Hoe, hoe)\n  It's not the way I love you, baby (No, 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the latest whip\nTakin' you and your girlfriends shoppin' that player shit\nKeep a pocket full of dough, safe full of stacks\nGot a big fuckin' crib with a lake in the back\nAnd that's yours to the wig, wait, lemme take that back\nGet outta line, and I'm takin' it back\n\nI just copped a six, you don't gotta car hop\nI got a cellar full of Cris', you don't gotta bar hop\nI got an indoor pool with a divin' board\nMy crib look like somethin' out The Rye Report\nLaced you, twenty carats, ten in each ear\nI can take you places you ain't been, nowhere\nIt could be gone tomorrow, but it's here today\nCuz I can play cowboy and take it all away, OK?\n\n(Blackstreet)\n(Yo, yo)\nI can't believe my eyes that you're a (Hoe, hoe)\nIt's not really the way that I (Go, go)\nWhy you wanna play with my (Dough, dough)\nYo, yo, yo\n\nYo, be, be\nWhy you can't be with (Me, me)\nTell me why can't you (See, see)\nI can't let go cuz I got what you on, girl\n\n(Yo, yo)\nYeah, take it out (Hoe, hoe)\nIt's not 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Why you can't be with (Me, me)\n  Tell me why can't you (See, see)\n  I can't let go cuz I got what you on, girl\n\n  (Yo, yo)\n  Yeah, take it out (Hoe, hoe)\n  It's not the way I love you, baby (No, no you)\n  Why you take my (Dough, dough)\n  Yo, yo, yo\n\n  Yo, be, be\n  Why can't you be with me, me\n  Well, baby, can't you see, see\n  Can't let go cuz I got what you on, girl\n\n  We out\n"},{"id":20435108,"name":"I Got What You On","trackName":"I Got What You On","artistName":"Blackstreet","albumName":"Finally","duration":254.266667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, yo\nHo, ho\nNo, no\nYou\nYo, yo\nYo, be, be\nMe, me\nSee, see\nCan't let go cuz I got what you on, girl\n\nBaby, I'm hearing too much in the street\nThings that are supposed to be\nKept between just you and me, baby\nHoney, I'm sick and tired of all of this\nI think it's time I handled it\nTrippin', flippin', get down with, baby\n\nI got you a drop-top Benz with the Buggy eye\nThought it was 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see?\nYou don't need to go\nCuz I've got what you on, girl\n\nRepeat 1\n\n(Beanie Siegal)\nI keep you properly styled in the latest shit\nPradda, crocodile or gator's shit\nEyes poppin' out the Benz, you know the latest whip\nTakin' you and your girlfriends shoppin' that player shit\nKeep a pocket full of dough, safe full of stacks\nGot a big fuckin' crib with a lake in the back\nAnd that's yours to the wig, wait, lemme take that back\nGet outta line, and I'm takin' it back\n\nI just copped a six, you don't gotta car hop\nI got a cellar full of Cris', you don't gotta bar hop\nI got an indoor pool with a divin' board\nMy crib look like somethin' out The Rye Report\nLaced you, twenty carats, ten in each ear\nI can take you places you ain't been, nowhere\nIt could be gone tomorrow, but it's here today\nCuz I can play cowboy and take it all away, OK?\n\n(Blackstreet)\n(Yo, yo)\nI can't believe my eyes that you're a (Hoe, hoe)\nIt's not really the way that I (Go, go)\nWhy you wanna play 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 Skirt so high then ya cried\n  You're out here runnin' like a dope fiend\n  Girl, why can't you just see?\n  You don't need to go\n  Cuz I've got what you on, girl\n\n  Repeat 1\n\n  (Beanie Siegal)\n  I keep you properly styled in the latest shit\n  Pradda, crocodile or gator's shit\n  Eyes poppin' out the Benz, you know the latest whip\n  Takin' you and your girlfriends shoppin' that player shit\n  Keep a pocket full of dough, safe full of stacks\n  Got a big fuckin' crib with a lake in the back\n  And that's yours to the wig, wait, lemme take that back\n  Get outta line, and I'm takin' it back\n\n  I just copped a six, you don't gotta car hop\n  I got a cellar full of Cris', you don't gotta bar hop\n  I got an indoor pool with a divin' board\n  My crib look like somethin' out The Rye Report\n  Laced you, twenty carats, ten in each ear\n  I can take you places you ain't been, nowhere\n  It could be gone tomorrow, but it's here today\n  Cuz I can play cowboy and take it all away, 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meet the trouble\n  Or is this the way you spread that, oh girl\n  Is it like that?\n\n  Your actions too completely laxed and\n  I'm kickin' out the money when you want it, babe\n  You steppin' out again with your hair so right\n  Skirt so high then ya cried\n  You're out here runnin' like a dope fiend\n  Girl, why can't you just see?\n  You don't need to go\n  Cuz I've got what you on, girl\n\n  Repeat 1\n\n  (Beanie Siegal)\n  I keep you properly styled in the latest shit\n  Pradda, crocodile or gator's shit\n  Eyes poppin' out the Benz, you know the latest whip\n  Takin' you and your girlfriends shoppin' that player shit\n  Keep a pocket full of dough, safe full of stacks\n  Got a big fuckin' crib with a lake in the back\n  And that's yours to the wig, wait, lemme take that back\n  Get outta line, and I'm takin' it back\n\n  I just copped a six, you don't gotta car hop\n  I got a cellar full of Cris', you don't gotta bar hop\n  I got an indoor pool with a divin' board\n  My crib 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you see, see\nI can't let go\nI got what you want, girl\n\nYou say that something's missing\nTell me what you missing\nYou say you need to flex and that's all right\nBut tell me where you was last night\nYou're thinking with too much time on your hands\nYou surely need to double up his dance\nThe way he spread that, oh girl, is it like that?\nYour actions too carefree, relaxed and\nI'm kicking up the money where you want it and\nYou're stepping out again with your hair so right\nSkirt so high and fitting it tight\nYou're out here running like a dope fiend\nGirl, why can't you just see?\nYou don't need to go\n'Cause I've got what you want, girl\n\nYo, yo, yo\nI never really thought you was a hoe, hoe\nThat's really not the way I know, know\nWhy you wanna play with my dough, dough\nYo, yo, yo\nYo, me, me\nWhy you can't be with me, me\nTell me why can't you see, see\nYou can't let go\nI've got what you want, girl\n\nI keep you properly styled in a ladies strip\nPrada, crocodile or gator 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Pam and what's her name\n  Girlfriends, they don't play the same\n  You don't know I got what you want, girl\n\n  Yo, yo, yo\n  I never really thought you was a hoe, hoe\n  That's really not the way I know, know\n  Why you wanna play with my dough, dough\n  Yo, yo, yo\n  Yo, me, me\n  Why you wanna be with me, me\n  Girl, why can't you see, see\n  I can't let go\n  I got what you want, girl\n\n  You say that something's missing\n  Tell me what you missing\n  You say you need to flex and that's all right\n  But tell me where you was last night\n  You're thinking with too much time on your hands\n  You surely need to double up his dance\n  The way he spread that, oh girl, is it like that?\n  Your actions too carefree, relaxed and\n  I'm kicking up the money where you want it and\n  You're stepping out again with your hair so right\n  Skirt so high and fitting it tight\n  You're out here running like a dope fiend\n  Girl, why can't you just see?\n  You don't need to go\n  'Cause I've got 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