[{"id":8989147,"name":"Betta Listen","trackName":"Betta Listen","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Stakes Is High","duration":268.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n(Listen all you fellas, here's what good love is)\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no more)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\nMummy I saw one day (one day)\nShe was on some fume vapors\nGivin' me lip so I continued with the caper\nCat litter had me sniffin\nSince outside the palace\nEyes sicker than AIDS\nGame harder than a callous\nTried to enter in her shit\nShe had locks on the session\nTellin me how her last man\nTaught her ass a lesson (damn)\nWell, I'm not the mayor\nI take care of my dimes\nBut I excluded I had nickels\nAddin' up to her kind (ha)\n\nShort stacks with a wrist full of jewels\nSayin she didn't need a man\nTo make her out for a fool\nDig it, miss, my love is credited in cupid account\nAnd if you need that extra help, I got the extra amount\nGigglin, figurin' I had jokes for her humor\nThen she broke out with the words\nAbout knowin all the rumors\n\"See, all you niggas rappin be like pedigree dogs\nThinkin' you can have me leashed\nAround your microphone cord\"\nSomethin 'bout her lit me up like July\nAnd with them onions in the pants\nI couldn't help but cry\nSeemed lost in the essence\nBut I had to find my way to take\nAction for the digits just to set up a date\nThought my shinin' was on\nI had the skirts in the bag\nUntil i took a bit of time\nTo peep the price on the tag\nShe said \"I'm that salt and pepa\nWho like pushin it to sisters\nYou need to get to walkin with it mister\nI think you betta listen\"\n\n(Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\nWe was at some outside jam one Saturday night\nWhen this pretty ass girl got locked in my sight\nShe was a ghetto philosopher\nYeah you know the type\nThinkin' Mary J. and Sade understood her strife\nCaught me lookin', \"Yo what's cookin?\"\n\"Nothin' from around here\nSo don't approach or hope\nTo be the man of the year\"\nI said listen deer or rabbit or whatever the hell you be\nI'm not the one to embarrass\nBut the one to emcee\nI traveled the world quarters on my relationships\nUsed and abused by hoes\nSo my royalty stubs\nBut above all\nI brought my daughter into this earth\nSo I understand the need\nOf women feeling of worth\nShe glanced deep in my eyes\nAnd said \"oh shit, you're ill\nI like the way your mind\nMoves around at will\nStill, let me apologize for soundin' so sassy\nBut niggas act as if my ass\nHas a sign that says harass me\"\nHer name was Gail from the union of Dale\nI made her remove the shades\nSo her eyes could tell me the plan\nYo where's your man?\n\"Oh that nigga's past tense\nPainted bruises on my face\nHaven't seen him ever since\"\nGave a pinch to my bottom\nAnd started rubbing my back\nShe said \"I bet your ass is darker\nThan a Mobb Deep track\"\nOnly one way to know it\nAnd I was down to show it\nSo we jetted back to my crib to set it\nShe made it known\n\"I've owned thoughts of you\nSince that song 'meeny-meeny'\nCan't believe you're about\nTo be all up in between me\"\nMan, the flag was lowered\nSo my wood was raised\nFollowed a shielding of my building\nTo protect me from the blaze\nThis granted access to\nSouthern parts of her borders\nDid you have her comin'?\nLike the new world order\nI caught her with the right combination\nA good combination\nKeepin' it in her hard, man\nYou betta listen\n\n(Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\nThat nigga said S-Os, I ain't retarded yo\nHe probably did cause niggas\nCause even when you were saying S-Os, I wasn't even thinking club S-Os\nI'm thinking S.O.B's cause niggas do call S.O.B's, S-Os\nLike you know just for short\nBut there is a Club S-Os too\nWell they gotta cut that shit out\nThey have to cause they done fucked with Maceo today","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.07] Listen all you fellas, give her good lovin'\n[00:05.08] Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands\n[00:10.18] Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry, no, no, no\n[00:15.41] Listen all you fellas (you better listen, you better listen)\n[00:20.34] Listen all you fellas, give her good lovin'\n[00:25.58] Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands\n[00:30.67] Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry, no, no, no\n[00:36.07] Listen all you fellas (you better listen, you better listen)\n[00:40.42] Mummy I saw one day (one day), she was on some fume vapors\n[00:43.85] Givin' me lip so I continued with the caper\n[00:46.03] Cat litter had me sniffin' since outside the palace\n[00:48.88] Eyes sicker than AIDS, game harder than the callous\n[00:51.12] Tried to enter and -, she had locks on the session\n[00:53.86] Tellin' me how her last man taught her ass a lesson (damn)\n[00:56.79] Well, I'm not the mayor, I take care of my dimes\n[00:58.74] But I excluded I had nickels addin' up to her kind (ha!)\n[01:02.09] Short stacks with a wristful of jewels\n[01:03.85] Sayin' she didn't need a man to make her out for a fool\n[01:06.66] \"Dig it, miss, my love is credited in Cupid account\n[01:09.11] And if you need that extra help, I got the extra amounts\"\n[01:11.88] Gigglin, figurin' I had jokes for her humour\n[01:14.27] Then she broke out with the words about knowin' all the rumours\n[01:16.99] \"See, all you - rappin' be like pedigree dogs\n[01:19.32] Thinkin' that you can have me leashed around your microphone cord\" (ooh)\n[01:22.51] Somethin' 'bout her lit me up like July\n[01:24.72] And with them onions in the pants, I couldn't help but cry\n[01:27.39] Seemed lost in the essence, but I had to find my way to take\n[01:30.16] Action for the digits just to set up a date\n[01:32.33] Thought my shinin' was on (I had the skirts in the bag)\n[01:35.04] Until I took a bit of time to peep the price on the tag\n[01:37.56] She said, \"I'm that salt and pepa who like pushin' it to sisters\n[01:40.51] You need to get to walkin' with it mister, I think you better listen\"\n[01:43.12] Listen all you fellas, give her good lovin'\n[01:48.05] Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands\n[01:53.21] Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry, no, no, no\n[01:58.55] Listen all you fellas (you better listen, you better listen)\n[02:02.92] We was at some outside jam one Saturday night\n[02:06.07] When this pretty ass girl got locked in my sight\n[02:08.41] (She was a ghetto philosopher) yeah, you know the type\n[02:11.13] Thinkin' Mary J. and Sade understood her strife\n[02:13.63] Caught me lookin' (\"Yo what's cookin?\") \"Nothin' from around here\n[02:16.24] So don't approach or hope to be the man of the year\"\n[02:18.72] I said, \"Listen, deer or rabbit or whatever the hell you be\n[02:21.54] I'm not the one to embarrass, but the one to emcee\n[02:23.99] I've traveled the world's quarters on my relationships\n[02:26.50] Used and abused by hos for my royalty stubs\n[02:29.18] (But above all) I brought my daughter into this earth\n[02:31.78] So I understand the need of women feeling of worth\"\n[02:34.36] She glanced deep in my eyes and said, \"Oh -, you're ill\n[02:37.04] I like the way your mind moves around at will\n[02:39.80] Still, let me apologise for soundin' so sassy\n[02:42.05] But - act as if my ass has a sign that says 'harass me'\"\n[02:44.82] Her name was Gail from the Union of Dale\n[02:47.30] I made her remove the shades so her eyes could tell me the plan\n[02:50.46] (\"Yo where's your man?\") \"Oh, that - past tense\n[02:52.43] Painted bruises on my face, haven't seen him ever since\"\n[02:54.92] Gave a pinch to my bottom and started rubbing my back\n[02:57.25] She said, \"I bet your ass is darker than a Mobb Deep track\"\n[03:00.18] (Only one way to know it) and I was down to show it\n[03:02.54] (So we jetted) back to my crib to set it, she made it known\n[03:05.39] \"I've owned thoughts of you since that song, \"meeny-meeny\"\n[03:07.94] Can't believe you're about to be all up in between me\"\n[03:10.64] Man, the flag was lowered, so my wood was raised\n[03:12.99] Followed by shielding of my building to protect me from the blaze\n[03:15.89] This granted access to southern parts of her borders\n[03:18.65] (Did you have her comin'?) Like the new world order\n[03:20.64] I caught her with the right combination (a good combination)\n[03:24.01] Keep her in your heart, man, you better listen\n[03:26.04] Listen all you fellas, give her good lovin'\n[03:31.26] Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands\n[03:36.26] Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry, no, no, no\n[03:41.46] Listen all you fellas (you better listen, you better listen)\n[03:46.61] Listen, give her good lovin'\n[03:51.76] Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands\n[03:56.91] Listen, then you won't have to worry, no no no\n[04:02.29] Listen all you fellas (you better listen, you better listen)\n[04:09.87] That - said S-Os, I ain't retarded yo\n[04:12.58] He probably did 'cause -\n[04:13.57] 'Cause even when you were saying S-Os, I wasn't even thinking club S-Os\n[04:17.13] I'm thinking S.O.B's 'cause - do call S.O.B's, S-Os\n[04:20.62] Like you know just for short\n[04:22.18] But there is a Club S-Os too\n[04:24.17] Well, they gotta cut that - out\n[04:25.65] They have to 'cause they done fucked with Maseo today\n[04:26.97] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Betta Listen\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Stakes Is High\n  duration_ms: 268000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Listen all you fellas, give her good lovin'\n  start_ms: 70\n  end_ms: 5080\n- text: Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands\n  start_ms: 5080\n  end_ms: 10180\n- text: Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry, no, no, no\n  start_ms: 10180\n  end_ms: 15410\n- text: Listen all you fellas (you better listen, you better listen)\n  start_ms: 15410\n  end_ms: 20340\n- text: Listen all you fellas, give her good lovin'\n  start_ms: 20340\n  end_ms: 25580\n- text: Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands\n  start_ms: 25580\n  end_ms: 30670\n- text: Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry, no, no, no\n  start_ms: 30670\n  end_ms: 36070\n- text: Listen all you fellas (you better listen, you better listen)\n  start_ms: 36070\n  end_ms: 40420\n- text: Mummy I saw one day (one day), she was on some fume vapors\n  start_ms: 40420\n  end_ms: 43850\n- text: Givin' me lip so I continued with the caper\n  start_ms: 43850\n  end_ms: 46030\n- text: Cat litter had me sniffin' since outside the palace\n  start_ms: 46030\n  end_ms: 48880\n- text: Eyes sicker than AIDS, game harder than the callous\n  start_ms: 48880\n  end_ms: 51120\n- text: Tried to enter and -, she had locks on the session\n  start_ms: 51120\n  end_ms: 53860\n- text: Tellin' me how her last man taught her ass a lesson (damn)\n  start_ms: 53860\n  end_ms: 56790\n- text: Well, I'm not the mayor, I take care of my dimes\n  start_ms: 56790\n  end_ms: 58740\n- text: But I excluded I had nickels addin' up to her kind (ha!)\n  start_ms: 58740\n  end_ms: 62090\n- text: Short stacks with a wristful of jewels\n  start_ms: 62090\n  end_ms: 63850\n- text: Sayin' she didn't need a man to make her out for a fool\n  start_ms: 63850\n  end_ms: 66660\n- text: '\"Dig it, miss, my love is credited in Cupid account'\n  start_ms: 66660\n  end_ms: 69110\n- text: And if you need that extra help, I got the extra amounts\"\n  start_ms: 69110\n  end_ms: 71880\n- text: Gigglin, figurin' I had jokes for her humour\n  start_ms: 71880\n  end_ms: 74270\n- text: Then she broke out with the words about knowin' all the rumours\n  start_ms: 74270\n  end_ms: 76990\n- text: '\"See, all you - 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listen)\n  (Listen all you fellas, here's what good love is)\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no more)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\n  Mummy I saw one day (one day)\n  She was on some fume vapors\n  Givin' me lip so I continued with the caper\n  Cat litter had me sniffin\n  Since outside the palace\n  Eyes sicker than AIDS\n  Game harder than a callous\n  Tried to enter in her shit\n  She had locks on the session\n  Tellin me how her last man\n  Taught her ass a lesson (damn)\n  Well, I'm not the mayor\n  I take care of my dimes\n  But I excluded I had nickels\n  Addin' up to her kind (ha)\n\n  Short stacks with a wrist full of jewels\n  Sayin she didn't need a man\n  To make her out for a fool\n  Dig it, miss, my love is credited in cupid account\n  And if you need that extra help, I got the extra amount\n  Gigglin, figurin' I had jokes for her humor\n  Then she broke out with the words\n  About knowin all the rumors\n  \"See, all you niggas rappin be like pedigree dogs\n  Thinkin' you can have me leashed\n  Around your microphone cord\"\n  Somethin 'bout her lit me up like July\n  And with them onions in the pants\n  I couldn't help but cry\n  Seemed lost in the essence\n  But I had to find my way to take\n  Action for the digits just to set up a date\n  Thought my shinin' was on\n  I had the skirts in the bag\n  Until i took a bit of time\n  To peep the price on the tag\n  She said \"I'm that salt and pepa\n  Who like pushin it to sisters\n  You need to get to walkin with it mister\n  I think you betta listen\"\n\n  (Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\n  We was at some outside jam one Saturday night\n  When this pretty ass girl got locked in my sight\n  She was a ghetto philosopher\n  Yeah you know the type\n  Thinkin' Mary J. and Sade understood her strife\n  Caught me lookin', \"Yo what's cookin?\"\n  \"Nothin' from around here\n  So don't approach or hope\n  To be the man of the year\"\n  I said listen deer or rabbit or whatever the hell you be\n  I'm not the one to embarrass\n  But the one to emcee\n  I traveled the world quarters on my relationships\n  Used and abused by hoes\n  So my royalty stubs\n  But above all\n  I brought my daughter into this earth\n  So I understand the need\n  Of women feeling of worth\n  She glanced deep in my eyes\n  And said \"oh shit, you're ill\n  I like the way your mind\n  Moves around at will\n  Still, let me apologize for soundin' so sassy\n  But niggas act as if my ass\n  Has a sign that says harass me\"\n  Her name was Gail from the union of Dale\n  I made her remove the shades\n  So her eyes could tell me the plan\n  Yo where's your man?\n  \"Oh that nigga's past tense\n  Painted bruises on my face\n  Haven't seen him ever since\"\n  Gave a pinch to my bottom\n  And started rubbing my back\n  She said \"I bet your ass is darker\n  Than a Mobb Deep track\"\n  Only one way to know it\n  And I was down to show it\n  So we jetted back to my crib to set it\n  She made it known\n  \"I've owned thoughts of you\n  Since that song 'meeny-meeny'\n  Can't believe you're about\n  To be all up in between me\"\n  Man, the flag was lowered\n  So my wood was raised\n  Followed a shielding of my building\n  To protect me from the blaze\n  This granted access to\n  Southern parts of her borders\n  Did you have her comin'?\n  Like the new world order\n  I caught her with the right combination\n  A good combination\n  Keepin' it in her hard, man\n  You betta listen\n\n  (Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\n  That nigga said S-Os, I ain't retarded yo\n  He probably did cause niggas\n  Cause even when you were saying S-Os, I wasn't even thinking club S-Os\n  I'm thinking S.O.B's cause niggas do call S.O.B's, S-Os\n  Like you know just for short\n  But there is a Club S-Os too\n  Well they gotta cut that shit out\n  They have to cause they done fucked with Maceo today\n"},{"id":32026460,"name":"Betta Listen","trackName":"Betta Listen","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Stakes Is High","duration":29.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n(Listen all you fellas, here's what good love is)\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no more)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\nMummy I saw one day (one day)\nShe was on some fume vapors\nGivin' me lip so I continued with the caper\nCat litter had me sniffin\nSince outside the palace\nEyes sicker than AIDS\nGame harder than a callous\nTried to enter in her shit\nShe had locks on the session\nTellin me how her last man\nTaught her ass a lesson (damn)\nWell, I'm not the mayor\nI take care of my dimes\nBut I excluded I had nickels\nAddin' up to her kind (ha)\n\nShort stacks with a wrist full of jewels\nSayin she didn't need a man\nTo make her out for a fool\nDig it, miss, my love is credited in cupid account\nAnd if you need that extra help, I got the extra amount\nGigglin, figurin' I had jokes for her humor\nThen she broke out with the words\nAbout knowin all the rumors\n\"See, all you niggas rappin be like pedigree dogs\nThinkin' you can have me leashed\nAround your microphone cord\"\nSomethin 'bout her lit me up like July\nAnd with them onions in the pants\nI couldn't help but cry\nSeemed lost in the essence\nBut I had to find my way to take\nAction for the digits just to set up a date\nThought my shinin' was on\nI had the skirts in the bag\nUntil i took a bit of time\nTo peep the price on the tag\nShe said \"I'm that salt and pepa\nWho like pushin it to sisters\nYou need to get to walkin with it mister\nI think you betta listen\"\n\n(Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\nWe was at some outside jam one Saturday night\nWhen this pretty ass girl got locked in my sight\nShe was a ghetto philosopher\nYeah you know the type\nThinkin' Mary J. and Sade understood her strife\nCaught me lookin', \"Yo what's cookin?\"\n\"Nothin' from around here\nSo don't approach or hope\nTo be the man of the year\"\nI said listen deer or rabbit or whatever the hell you be\nI'm not the one to embarrass\nBut the one to emcee\nI traveled the world quarters on my relationships\nUsed and abused by hoes\nSo my royalty stubs\nBut above all\nI brought my daughter into this earth\nSo I understand the need\nOf women feeling of worth\nShe glanced deep in my eyes\nAnd said \"oh shit, you're ill\nI like the way your mind\nMoves around at will\nStill, let me apologize for soundin' so sassy\nBut niggas act as if my ass\nHas a sign that says harass me\"\nHer name was Gail from the union of Dale\nI made her remove the shades\nSo her eyes could tell me the plan\nYo where's your man?\n\"Oh that nigga's past tense\nPainted bruises on my face\nHaven't seen him ever since\"\nGave a pinch to my bottom\nAnd started rubbing my back\nShe said \"I bet your ass is darker\nThan a Mobb Deep track\"\nOnly one way to know it\nAnd I was down to show it\nSo we jetted back to my crib to set it\nShe made it known\n\"I've owned thoughts of you\nSince that song 'meeny-meeny'\nCan't believe you're about\nTo be all up in between me\"\nMan, the flag was lowered\nSo my wood was raised\nFollowed a shielding of my building\nTo protect me from the blaze\nThis granted access to\nSouthern parts of her borders\nDid you have her comin'?\nLike the new world order\nI caught her with the right combination\nA good combination\nKeepin' it in her hard, man\nYou betta listen\n\n(Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\nThat nigga said S-Os, I ain't retarded yo\nHe probably did cause niggas\nCause even when you were saying S-Os, I wasn't even thinking club S-Os\nI'm thinking S.O.B's cause niggas do call S.O.B's, S-Os\nLike you know just for short\nBut there is a Club S-Os too\nWell they gotta cut that shit out\nThey have to cause they done fucked with Maceo today","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Betta Listen\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Stakes Is High\n  duration_ms: 29000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n  (Listen all you fellas, here's what good love is)\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no more)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\n  Mummy I saw one day (one day)\n  She was on some fume vapors\n  Givin' me lip so I continued with the caper\n  Cat litter had me sniffin\n  Since outside the palace\n  Eyes sicker than AIDS\n  Game harder than a callous\n  Tried to enter in her shit\n  She had locks on the session\n  Tellin me how her last man\n  Taught her ass a lesson (damn)\n  Well, I'm not the mayor\n  I take care of my dimes\n  But I excluded I had nickels\n  Addin' up to her kind (ha)\n\n  Short stacks with a wrist full of jewels\n  Sayin she didn't need a man\n  To make her out for a fool\n  Dig it, miss, my love is credited in cupid account\n  And if you need that extra help, I got the extra amount\n  Gigglin, figurin' I had jokes for her humor\n  Then she broke out with the words\n  About knowin all the rumors\n  \"See, all you niggas rappin be like pedigree dogs\n  Thinkin' you can have me leashed\n  Around your microphone cord\"\n  Somethin 'bout her lit me up like July\n  And with them onions in the pants\n  I couldn't help but cry\n  Seemed lost in the essence\n  But I had to find my way to take\n  Action for the digits just to set up a date\n  Thought my shinin' was on\n  I had the skirts in the bag\n  Until i took a bit of time\n  To peep the price on the tag\n  She said \"I'm that salt and pepa\n  Who like pushin it to sisters\n  You need to get to walkin with it mister\n  I think you betta listen\"\n\n  (Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\n  We was at some outside jam one Saturday night\n  When this pretty ass girl got locked in my sight\n  She was a ghetto philosopher\n  Yeah you know the type\n  Thinkin' Mary J. and Sade understood her strife\n  Caught me lookin', \"Yo what's cookin?\"\n  \"Nothin' from around here\n  So don't approach or hope\n  To be the man of the year\"\n  I said listen deer or rabbit or whatever the hell you be\n  I'm not the one to embarrass\n  But the one to emcee\n  I traveled the world quarters on my relationships\n  Used and abused by hoes\n  So my royalty stubs\n  But above all\n  I brought my daughter into this earth\n  So I understand the need\n  Of women feeling of worth\n  She glanced deep in my eyes\n  And said \"oh shit, you're ill\n  I like the way your mind\n  Moves around at will\n  Still, let me apologize for soundin' so sassy\n  But niggas act as if my ass\n  Has a sign that says harass me\"\n  Her name was Gail from the union of Dale\n  I made her remove the shades\n  So her eyes could tell me the plan\n  Yo where's your man?\n  \"Oh that nigga's past tense\n  Painted bruises on my face\n  Haven't seen him ever since\"\n  Gave a pinch to my bottom\n  And started rubbing my back\n  She said \"I bet your ass is darker\n  Than a Mobb Deep track\"\n  Only one way to know it\n  And I was down to show it\n  So we jetted back to my crib to set it\n  She made it known\n  \"I've owned thoughts of you\n  Since that song 'meeny-meeny'\n  Can't believe you're about\n  To be all up in between me\"\n  Man, the flag was lowered\n  So my wood was raised\n  Followed a shielding of my building\n  To protect me from the blaze\n  This granted access to\n  Southern parts of her borders\n  Did you have her comin'?\n  Like the new world order\n  I caught her with the right combination\n  A good combination\n  Keepin' it in her hard, man\n  You betta listen\n\n  (Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\n  That nigga said S-Os, I ain't retarded yo\n  He probably did cause niggas\n  Cause even when you were saying S-Os, I wasn't even thinking club S-Os\n  I'm thinking S.O.B's cause niggas do call S.O.B's, S-Os\n  Like you know just for short\n  But there is a Club S-Os too\n  Well they gotta cut that shit out\n  They have to cause they done fucked with Maceo today\n"},{"id":30959437,"name":"Betta Listen","trackName":"Betta Listen","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Stakes Is High (Remastered)","duration":268.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n(Listen all you fellas, here's what good love is)\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no more)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\nMummy I saw one day (one day)\nShe was on some fume vapors\nGivin' me lip so I continued with the caper\nCat litter had me sniffin\nSince outside the palace\nEyes sicker than AIDS\nGame harder than a callous\nTried to enter in her shit\nShe had locks on the session\nTellin me how her last man\nTaught her ass a lesson (damn)\nWell, I'm not the mayor\nI take care of my dimes\nBut I excluded I had nickels\nAddin' up to her kind (ha)\n\nShort stacks with a wrist full of jewels\nSayin she didn't need a man\nTo make her out for a fool\nDig it, miss, my love is credited in cupid account\nAnd if you need that extra help, I got the extra amount\nGigglin, figurin' I had jokes for her humor\nThen she broke out with the words\nAbout knowin all the rumors\n\"See, all you niggas rappin be like pedigree dogs\nThinkin' you can have me leashed\nAround your microphone cord\"\nSomethin 'bout her lit me up like July\nAnd with them onions in the pants\nI couldn't help but cry\nSeemed lost in the essence\nBut I had to find my way to take\nAction for the digits just to set up a date\nThought my shinin' was on\nI had the skirts in the bag\nUntil i took a bit of time\nTo peep the price on the tag\nShe said \"I'm that salt and pepa\nWho like pushin it to sisters\nYou need to get to walkin with it mister\nI think you betta listen\"\n\n(Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\nWe was at some outside jam one Saturday night\nWhen this pretty ass girl got locked in my sight\nShe was a ghetto philosopher\nYeah you know the type\nThinkin' Mary J. and Sade understood her strife\nCaught me lookin', \"Yo what's cookin?\"\n\"Nothin' from around here\nSo don't approach or hope\nTo be the man of the year\"\nI said listen deer or rabbit or whatever the hell you be\nI'm not the one to embarrass\nBut the one to emcee\nI traveled the world quarters on my relationships\nUsed and abused by hoes\nSo my royalty stubs\nBut above all\nI brought my daughter into this earth\nSo I understand the need\nOf women feeling of worth\nShe glanced deep in my eyes\nAnd said \"oh shit, you're ill\nI like the way your mind\nMoves around at will\nStill, let me apologize for soundin' so sassy\nBut niggas act as if my ass\nHas a sign that says harass me\"\nHer name was Gail from the union of Dale\nI made her remove the shades\nSo her eyes could tell me the plan\nYo where's your man?\n\"Oh that nigga's past tense\nPainted bruises on my face\nHaven't seen him ever since\"\nGave a pinch to my bottom\nAnd started rubbing my back\nShe said \"I bet your ass is darker\nThan a Mobb Deep track\"\nOnly one way to know it\nAnd I was down to show it\nSo we jetted back to my crib to set it\nShe made it known\n\"I've owned thoughts of you\nSince that song 'meeny-meeny'\nCan't believe you're about\nTo be all up in between me\"\nMan, the flag was lowered\nSo my wood was raised\nFollowed a shielding of my building\nTo protect me from the blaze\nThis granted access to\nSouthern parts of her borders\nDid you have her comin'?\nLike the new world order\nI caught her with the right combination\nA good combination\nKeepin' it in her hard, man\nYou betta listen\n\n(Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\nThat nigga said S-Os, I ain't retarded yo\nHe probably did cause niggas\nCause even when you were saying S-Os, I wasn't even thinking club S-Os\nI'm thinking S.O.B's cause niggas do call S.O.B's, S-Os\nLike you know just for short\nBut there is a Club S-Os too\nWell they gotta cut that shit out\nThey have to cause they done fucked with Maceo today","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Betta Listen\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Stakes Is High (Remastered)\n  duration_ms: 268000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n  (Listen all you fellas, here's what good love is)\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no more)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\n  Mummy I saw one day (one day)\n  She was on some fume vapors\n  Givin' me lip so I continued with the caper\n  Cat litter had me sniffin\n  Since outside the palace\n  Eyes sicker than AIDS\n  Game harder than a callous\n  Tried to enter in her shit\n  She had locks on the session\n  Tellin me how her last man\n  Taught her ass a lesson (damn)\n  Well, I'm not the mayor\n  I take care of my dimes\n  But I excluded I had nickels\n  Addin' up to her kind (ha)\n\n  Short stacks with a wrist full of jewels\n  Sayin she didn't need a man\n  To make her out for a fool\n  Dig it, miss, my love is credited in cupid account\n  And if you need that extra help, I got the extra amount\n  Gigglin, figurin' I had jokes for her humor\n  Then she broke out with the words\n  About knowin all the rumors\n  \"See, all you niggas rappin be like pedigree dogs\n  Thinkin' you can have me leashed\n  Around your microphone cord\"\n  Somethin 'bout her lit me up like July\n  And with them onions in the pants\n  I couldn't help but cry\n  Seemed lost in the essence\n  But I had to find my way to take\n  Action for the digits just to set up a date\n  Thought my shinin' was on\n  I had the skirts in the bag\n  Until i took a bit of time\n  To peep the price on the tag\n  She said \"I'm that salt and pepa\n  Who like pushin it to sisters\n  You need to get to walkin with it mister\n  I think you betta listen\"\n\n  (Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\n  We was at some outside jam one Saturday night\n  When this pretty ass girl got locked in my sight\n  She was a ghetto philosopher\n  Yeah you know the type\n  Thinkin' Mary J. and Sade understood her strife\n  Caught me lookin', \"Yo what's cookin?\"\n  \"Nothin' from around here\n  So don't approach or hope\n  To be the man of the year\"\n  I said listen deer or rabbit or whatever the hell you be\n  I'm not the one to embarrass\n  But the one to emcee\n  I traveled the world quarters on my relationships\n  Used and abused by hoes\n  So my royalty stubs\n  But above all\n  I brought my daughter into this earth\n  So I understand the need\n  Of women feeling of worth\n  She glanced deep in my eyes\n  And said \"oh shit, you're ill\n  I like the way your mind\n  Moves around at will\n  Still, let me apologize for soundin' so sassy\n  But niggas act as if my ass\n  Has a sign that says harass me\"\n  Her name was Gail from the union of Dale\n  I made her remove the shades\n  So her eyes could tell me the plan\n  Yo where's your man?\n  \"Oh that nigga's past tense\n  Painted bruises on my face\n  Haven't seen him ever since\"\n  Gave a pinch to my bottom\n  And started rubbing my back\n  She said \"I bet your ass is darker\n  Than a Mobb Deep track\"\n  Only one way to know it\n  And I was down to show it\n  So we jetted back to my crib to set it\n  She made it known\n  \"I've owned thoughts of you\n  Since that song 'meeny-meeny'\n  Can't believe you're about\n  To be all up in between me\"\n  Man, the flag was lowered\n  So my wood was raised\n  Followed a shielding of my building\n  To protect me from the blaze\n  This granted access to\n  Southern parts of her borders\n  Did you have her comin'?\n  Like the new world order\n  I caught her with the right combination\n  A good combination\n  Keepin' it in her hard, man\n  You betta listen\n\n  (Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\n  That nigga said S-Os, I ain't retarded yo\n  He probably did cause niggas\n  Cause even when you were saying S-Os, I wasn't even thinking club S-Os\n  I'm thinking S.O.B's cause niggas do call S.O.B's, S-Os\n  Like you know just for short\n  But there is a Club S-Os too\n  Well they gotta cut that shit out\n  They have to cause they done fucked with Maceo today\n"},{"id":15660022,"name":"Betta Listen","trackName":"Betta Listen","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Stakes Is High [Tommy Boy TBCD 1149]","duration":267.693333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n(Listen all you fellas, here's what good love is)\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no more)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\nMummy I saw one day (one day)\nShe was on some fume vapors\nGivin' me lip so I continued with the caper\nCat litter had me sniffin\nSince outside the palace\nEyes sicker than AIDS\nGame harder than a callous\nTried to enter in her shit\nShe had locks on the session\nTellin me how her last man\nTaught her ass a lesson (damn)\nWell, I'm not the mayor\nI take care of my dimes\nBut I excluded I had nickels\nAddin' up to her kind (ha)\n\nShort stacks with a wrist full of jewels\nSayin she didn't need a man\nTo make her out for a fool\nDig it, miss, my love is credited in cupid account\nAnd if you need that extra help, I got the extra amount\nGigglin, figurin' I had jokes for her humor\nThen she broke out with the words\nAbout knowin all the rumors\n\"See, all you niggas rappin be like pedigree dogs\nThinkin' you can have me leashed\nAround your microphone cord\"\nSomethin 'bout her lit me up like July\nAnd with them onions in the pants\nI couldn't help but cry\nSeemed lost in the essence\nBut I had to find my way to take\nAction for the digits just to set up a date\nThought my shinin' was on\nI had the skirts in the bag\nUntil i took a bit of time\nTo peep the price on the tag\nShe said \"I'm that salt and pepa\nWho like pushin it to sisters\nYou need to get to walkin with it mister\nI think you betta listen\"\n\n(Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\nWe was at some outside jam one Saturday night\nWhen this pretty ass girl got locked in my sight\nShe was a ghetto philosopher\nYeah you know the type\nThinkin' Mary J. and Sade understood her strife\nCaught me lookin', \"Yo what's cookin?\"\n\"Nothin' from around here\nSo don't approach or hope\nTo be the man of the year\"\nI said listen deer or rabbit or whatever the hell you be\nI'm not the one to embarrass\nBut the one to emcee\nI traveled the world quarters on my relationships\nUsed and abused by hoes\nSo my royalty stubs\nBut above all\nI brought my daughter into this earth\nSo I understand the need\nOf women feeling of worth\nShe glanced deep in my eyes\nAnd said \"oh shit, you're ill\nI like the way your mind\nMoves around at will\nStill, let me apologize for soundin' so sassy\nBut niggas act as if my ass\nHas a sign that says harass me\"\nHer name was Gail from the union of Dale\nI made her remove the shades\nSo her eyes could tell me the plan\nYo where's your man?\n\"Oh that nigga's past tense\nPainted bruises on my face\nHaven't seen him ever since\"\nGave a pinch to my bottom\nAnd started rubbing my back\nShe said \"I bet your ass is darker\nThan a Mobb Deep track\"\nOnly one way to know it\nAnd I was down to show it\nSo we jetted back to my crib to set it\nShe made it known\n\"I've owned thoughts of you\nSince that song 'meeny-meeny'\nCan't believe you're about\nTo be all up in between me\"\nMan, the flag was lowered\nSo my wood was raised\nFollowed a shielding of my building\nTo protect me from the blaze\nThis granted access to\nSouthern parts of her borders\nDid you have her comin'?\nLike the new world order\nI caught her with the right combination\nA good combination\nKeepin' it in her hard, man\nYou betta listen\n\n(Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\nThat nigga said S-Os, I ain't retarded yo\nHe probably did cause niggas\nCause even when you were saying S-Os, I wasn't even thinking club S-Os\nI'm thinking S.O.B's cause niggas do call S.O.B's, S-Os\nLike you know just for short\nBut there is a Club S-Os too\nWell they gotta cut that shit out\nThey have to cause they done fucked with Maceo today","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Betta Listen\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Stakes Is High [Tommy Boy TBCD 1149]\n  duration_ms: 267693\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n  (Listen all you fellas, here's what good love is)\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no more)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\n  Mummy I saw one day (one day)\n  She was on some fume vapors\n  Givin' me lip so I continued with the caper\n  Cat litter had me sniffin\n  Since outside the palace\n  Eyes sicker than AIDS\n  Game harder than a callous\n  Tried to enter in her shit\n  She had locks on the session\n  Tellin me how her last man\n  Taught her ass a lesson (damn)\n  Well, I'm not the mayor\n  I take care of my dimes\n  But I excluded I had nickels\n  Addin' up to her kind (ha)\n\n  Short stacks with a wrist full of jewels\n  Sayin she didn't need a man\n  To make her out for a fool\n  Dig it, miss, my love is credited in cupid account\n  And if you need that extra help, I got the extra amount\n  Gigglin, figurin' I had jokes for her humor\n  Then she broke out with the words\n  About knowin all the rumors\n  \"See, all you niggas rappin be like pedigree dogs\n  Thinkin' you can have me leashed\n  Around your microphone cord\"\n  Somethin 'bout her lit me up like July\n  And with them onions in the pants\n  I couldn't help but cry\n  Seemed lost in the essence\n  But I had to find my way to take\n  Action for the digits just to set up a date\n  Thought my shinin' was on\n  I had the skirts in the bag\n  Until i took a bit of time\n  To peep the price on the tag\n  She said \"I'm that salt and pepa\n  Who like pushin it to sisters\n  You need to get to walkin with it mister\n  I think you betta listen\"\n\n  (Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\n  We was at some outside jam one Saturday night\n  When this pretty ass girl got locked in my sight\n  She was a ghetto philosopher\n  Yeah you know the type\n  Thinkin' Mary J. and Sade understood her strife\n  Caught me lookin', \"Yo what's cookin?\"\n  \"Nothin' from around here\n  So don't approach or hope\n  To be the man of the year\"\n  I said listen deer or rabbit or whatever the hell you be\n  I'm not the one to embarrass\n  But the one to emcee\n  I traveled the world quarters on my relationships\n  Used and abused by hoes\n  So my royalty stubs\n  But above all\n  I brought my daughter into this earth\n  So I understand the need\n  Of women feeling of worth\n  She glanced deep in my eyes\n  And said \"oh shit, you're ill\n  I like the way your mind\n  Moves around at will\n  Still, let me apologize for soundin' so sassy\n  But niggas act as if my ass\n  Has a sign that says harass me\"\n  Her name was Gail from the union of Dale\n  I made her remove the shades\n  So her eyes could tell me the plan\n  Yo where's your man?\n  \"Oh that nigga's past tense\n  Painted bruises on my face\n  Haven't seen him ever since\"\n  Gave a pinch to my bottom\n  And started rubbing my back\n  She said \"I bet your ass is darker\n  Than a Mobb Deep track\"\n  Only one way to know it\n  And I was down to show it\n  So we jetted back to my crib to set it\n  She made it known\n  \"I've owned thoughts of you\n  Since that song 'meeny-meeny'\n  Can't believe you're about\n  To be all up in between me\"\n  Man, the flag was lowered\n  So my wood was raised\n  Followed a shielding of my building\n  To protect me from the blaze\n  This granted access to\n  Southern parts of her borders\n  Did you have her comin'?\n  Like the new world order\n  I caught her with the right combination\n  A good combination\n  Keepin' it in her hard, man\n  You betta listen\n\n  (Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\n  That nigga said S-Os, I ain't retarded yo\n  He probably did cause niggas\n  Cause even when you were saying S-Os, I wasn't even thinking club S-Os\n  I'm thinking S.O.B's cause niggas do call S.O.B's, S-Os\n  Like you know just for short\n  But there is a Club S-Os too\n  Well they gotta cut that shit out\n  They have to cause they done fucked with Maceo today\n"},{"id":24244505,"name":"Betta Listen","trackName":"Betta Listen","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Original Album Series","duration":267.859592,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n(Listen all you fellas, here's what good love is)\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no more)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\nMummy I saw one day (one day)\nShe was on some fume vapors\nGivin' me lip so I continued with the caper\nCat litter had me sniffin\nSince outside the palace\nEyes sicker than AIDS\nGame harder than a callous\nTried to enter in her shit\nShe had locks on the session\nTellin me how her last man\nTaught her ass a lesson (damn)\nWell, I'm not the mayor\nI take care of my dimes\nBut I excluded I had nickels\nAddin' up to her kind (ha)\n\nShort stacks with a wrist full of jewels\nSayin she didn't need a man\nTo make her out for a fool\nDig it, miss, my love is credited in cupid account\nAnd if you need that extra help, I got the extra amount\nGigglin, figurin' I had jokes for her humor\nThen she broke out with the words\nAbout knowin all the rumors\n\"See, all you niggas rappin be like pedigree dogs\nThinkin' you can have me leashed\nAround your microphone cord\"\nSomethin 'bout her lit me up like July\nAnd with them onions in the pants\nI couldn't help but cry\nSeemed lost in the essence\nBut I had to find my way to take\nAction for the digits just to set up a date\nThought my shinin' was on\nI had the skirts in the bag\nUntil i took a bit of time\nTo peep the price on the tag\nShe said \"I'm that salt and pepa\nWho like pushin it to sisters\nYou need to get to walkin with it mister\nI think you betta listen\"\n\n(Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\nWe was at some outside jam one Saturday night\nWhen this pretty ass girl got locked in my sight\nShe was a ghetto philosopher\nYeah you know the type\nThinkin' Mary J. and Sade understood her strife\nCaught me lookin', \"Yo what's cookin?\"\n\"Nothin' from around here\nSo don't approach or hope\nTo be the man of the year\"\nI said listen deer or rabbit or whatever the hell you be\nI'm not the one to embarrass\nBut the one to emcee\nI traveled the world quarters on my relationships\nUsed and abused by hoes\nSo my royalty stubs\nBut above all\nI brought my daughter into this earth\nSo I understand the need\nOf women feeling of worth\nShe glanced deep in my eyes\nAnd said \"oh shit, you're ill\nI like the way your mind\nMoves around at will\nStill, let me apologize for soundin' so sassy\nBut niggas act as if my ass\nHas a sign that says harass me\"\nHer name was Gail from the union of Dale\nI made her remove the shades\nSo her eyes could tell me the plan\nYo where's your man?\n\"Oh that nigga's past tense\nPainted bruises on my face\nHaven't seen him ever since\"\nGave a pinch to my bottom\nAnd started rubbing my back\nShe said \"I bet your ass is darker\nThan a Mobb Deep track\"\nOnly one way to know it\nAnd I was down to show it\nSo we jetted back to my crib to set it\nShe made it known\n\"I've owned thoughts of you\nSince that song 'meeny-meeny'\nCan't believe you're about\nTo be all up in between me\"\nMan, the flag was lowered\nSo my wood was raised\nFollowed a shielding of my building\nTo protect me from the blaze\nThis granted access to\nSouthern parts of her borders\nDid you have her comin'?\nLike the new world order\nI caught her with the right combination\nA good combination\nKeepin' it in her hard, man\nYou betta listen\n\n(Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\nThat nigga said S-Os, I ain't retarded yo\nHe probably did cause niggas\nCause even when you were saying S-Os, I wasn't even thinking club S-Os\nI'm thinking S.O.B's cause niggas do call S.O.B's, S-Os\nLike you know just for short\nBut there is a Club S-Os too\nWell they gotta cut that shit out\nThey have to cause they done fucked with Maceo today","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Betta Listen\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Original Album Series\n  duration_ms: 267860\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n  (Listen all you fellas, here's what good love is)\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no more)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\n  Mummy I saw one day (one day)\n  She was on some fume vapors\n  Givin' me lip so I continued with the caper\n  Cat litter had me sniffin\n  Since outside the palace\n  Eyes sicker than AIDS\n  Game harder than a callous\n  Tried to enter in her shit\n  She had locks on the session\n  Tellin me how her last man\n  Taught her ass a lesson (damn)\n  Well, I'm not the mayor\n  I take care of my dimes\n  But I excluded I had nickels\n  Addin' up to her kind (ha)\n\n  Short stacks with a wrist full of jewels\n  Sayin she didn't need a man\n  To make her out for a fool\n  Dig it, miss, my love is credited in cupid account\n  And if you need that extra help, I got the extra amount\n  Gigglin, figurin' I had jokes for her humor\n  Then she broke out with the words\n  About knowin all the rumors\n  \"See, all you niggas rappin be like pedigree dogs\n  Thinkin' you can have me leashed\n  Around your microphone cord\"\n  Somethin 'bout her lit me up like July\n  And with them onions in the pants\n  I couldn't help but cry\n  Seemed lost in the essence\n  But I had to find my way to take\n  Action for the digits just to set up a date\n  Thought my shinin' was on\n  I had the skirts in the bag\n  Until i took a bit of time\n  To peep the price on the tag\n  She said \"I'm that salt and pepa\n  Who like pushin it to sisters\n  You need to get to walkin with it mister\n  I think you betta listen\"\n\n  (Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\n  We was at some outside jam one Saturday night\n  When this pretty ass girl got locked in my sight\n  She was a ghetto philosopher\n  Yeah you know the type\n  Thinkin' Mary J. and Sade understood her strife\n  Caught me lookin', \"Yo what's cookin?\"\n  \"Nothin' from around here\n  So don't approach or hope\n  To be the man of the year\"\n  I said listen deer or rabbit or whatever the hell you be\n  I'm not the one to embarrass\n  But the one to emcee\n  I traveled the world quarters on my relationships\n  Used and abused by hoes\n  So my royalty stubs\n  But above all\n  I brought my daughter into this earth\n  So I understand the need\n  Of women feeling of worth\n  She glanced deep in my eyes\n  And said \"oh shit, you're ill\n  I like the way your mind\n  Moves around at will\n  Still, let me apologize for soundin' so sassy\n  But niggas act as if my ass\n  Has a sign that says harass me\"\n  Her name was Gail from the union of Dale\n  I made her remove the shades\n  So her eyes could tell me the plan\n  Yo where's your man?\n  \"Oh that nigga's past tense\n  Painted bruises on my face\n  Haven't seen him ever since\"\n  Gave a pinch to my bottom\n  And started rubbing my back\n  She said \"I bet your ass is darker\n  Than a Mobb Deep track\"\n  Only one way to know it\n  And I was down to show it\n  So we jetted back to my crib to set it\n  She made it known\n  \"I've owned thoughts of you\n  Since that song 'meeny-meeny'\n  Can't believe you're about\n  To be all up in between me\"\n  Man, the flag was lowered\n  So my wood was raised\n  Followed a shielding of my building\n  To protect me from the blaze\n  This granted access to\n  Southern parts of her borders\n  Did you have her comin'?\n  Like the new world order\n  I caught her with the right combination\n  A good combination\n  Keepin' it in her hard, man\n  You betta listen\n\n  (Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\n  That nigga said S-Os, I ain't retarded yo\n  He probably did cause niggas\n  Cause even when you were saying S-Os, I wasn't even thinking club S-Os\n  I'm thinking S.O.B's cause niggas do call S.O.B's, S-Os\n  Like you know just for short\n  But there is a Club S-Os too\n  Well they gotta cut that shit out\n  They have to cause they done fucked with Maceo today\n"},{"id":22518426,"name":"Betta Listen","trackName":"Betta Listen","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Stakes Is High","duration":279.622215,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n(Listen all you fellas, here's what good love is)\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no more)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\nMummy I saw one day (one day)\nShe was on some fume vapors\nGivin' me lip so I continued with the caper\nCat litter had me sniffin\nSince outside the palace\nEyes sicker than AIDS\nGame harder than a callous\nTried to enter in her shit\nShe had locks on the session\nTellin me how her last man\nTaught her ass a lesson (damn)\nWell, I'm not the mayor\nI take care of my dimes\nBut I excluded I had nickels\nAddin' up to her kind (ha)\n\nShort stacks with a wrist full of jewels\nSayin she didn't need a man\nTo make her out for a fool\nDig it, miss, my love is credited in cupid account\nAnd if you need that extra help, I got the extra amount\nGigglin, figurin' I had jokes for her humor\nThen she broke out with the words\nAbout knowin all the rumors\n\"See, all you niggas rappin be like pedigree dogs\nThinkin' you can have me leashed\nAround your microphone cord\"\nSomethin 'bout her lit me up like July\nAnd with them onions in the pants\nI couldn't help but cry\nSeemed lost in the essence\nBut I had to find my way to take\nAction for the digits just to set up a date\nThought my shinin' was on\nI had the skirts in the bag\nUntil i took a bit of time\nTo peep the price on the tag\nShe said \"I'm that salt and pepa\nWho like pushin it to sisters\nYou need to get to walkin with it mister\nI think you betta listen\"\n\n(Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\nWe was at some outside jam one Saturday night\nWhen this pretty ass girl got locked in my sight\nShe was a ghetto philosopher\nYeah you know the type\nThinkin' Mary J. and Sade understood her strife\nCaught me lookin', \"Yo what's cookin?\"\n\"Nothin' from around here\nSo don't approach or hope\nTo be the man of the year\"\nI said listen deer or rabbit or whatever the hell you be\nI'm not the one to embarrass\nBut the one to emcee\nI traveled the world quarters on my relationships\nUsed and abused by hoes\nSo my royalty stubs\nBut above all\nI brought my daughter into this earth\nSo I understand the need\nOf women feeling of worth\nShe glanced deep in my eyes\nAnd said \"oh shit, you're ill\nI like the way your mind\nMoves around at will\nStill, let me apologize for soundin' so sassy\nBut niggas act as if my ass\nHas a sign that says harass me\"\nHer name was Gail from the union of Dale\nI made her remove the shades\nSo her eyes could tell me the plan\nYo where's your man?\n\"Oh that nigga's past tense\nPainted bruises on my face\nHaven't seen him ever since\"\nGave a pinch to my bottom\nAnd started rubbing my back\nShe said \"I bet your ass is darker\nThan a Mobb Deep track\"\nOnly one way to know it\nAnd I was down to show it\nSo we jetted back to my crib to set it\nShe made it known\n\"I've owned thoughts of you\nSince that song 'meeny-meeny'\nCan't believe you're about\nTo be all up in between me\"\nMan, the flag was lowered\nSo my wood was raised\nFollowed a shielding of my building\nTo protect me from the blaze\nThis granted access to\nSouthern parts of her borders\nDid you have her comin'?\nLike the new world order\nI caught her with the right combination\nA good combination\nKeepin' it in her hard, man\nYou betta listen\n\n(Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\nThat nigga said S-Os, I ain't retarded yo\nHe probably did cause niggas\nCause even when you were saying S-Os, I wasn't even thinking club S-Os\nI'm thinking S.O.B's cause niggas do call S.O.B's, S-Os\nLike you know just for short\nBut there is a Club S-Os too\nWell they gotta cut that shit out\nThey have to cause they done fucked with Maceo today","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Betta Listen\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Stakes Is High\n  duration_ms: 279622\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n  (Listen all you fellas, here's what good love is)\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no more)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\n  Mummy I saw one day (one day)\n  She was on some fume vapors\n  Givin' me lip so I continued with the caper\n  Cat litter had me sniffin\n  Since outside the palace\n  Eyes sicker than AIDS\n  Game harder than a callous\n  Tried to enter in her shit\n  She had locks on the session\n  Tellin me how her last man\n  Taught her ass a lesson (damn)\n  Well, I'm not the mayor\n  I take care of my dimes\n  But I excluded I had nickels\n  Addin' up to her kind (ha)\n\n  Short stacks with a wrist full of jewels\n  Sayin she didn't need a man\n  To make her out for a fool\n  Dig it, miss, my love is credited in cupid account\n  And if you need that extra help, I got the extra amount\n  Gigglin, figurin' I had jokes for her humor\n  Then she broke out with the words\n  About knowin all the rumors\n  \"See, all you niggas rappin be like pedigree dogs\n  Thinkin' you can have me leashed\n  Around your microphone cord\"\n  Somethin 'bout her lit me up like July\n  And with them onions in the pants\n  I couldn't help but cry\n  Seemed lost in the essence\n  But I had to find my way to take\n  Action for the digits just to set up a date\n  Thought my shinin' was on\n  I had the skirts in the bag\n  Until i took a bit of time\n  To peep the price on the tag\n  She said \"I'm that salt and pepa\n  Who like pushin it to sisters\n  You need to get to walkin with it mister\n  I think you betta listen\"\n\n  (Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\n  We was at some outside jam one Saturday night\n  When this pretty ass girl got locked in my sight\n  She was a ghetto philosopher\n  Yeah you know the type\n  Thinkin' Mary J. and Sade understood her strife\n  Caught me lookin', \"Yo what's cookin?\"\n  \"Nothin' from around here\n  So don't approach or hope\n  To be the man of the year\"\n  I said listen deer or rabbit or whatever the hell you be\n  I'm not the one to embarrass\n  But the one to emcee\n  I traveled the world quarters on my relationships\n  Used and abused by hoes\n  So my royalty stubs\n  But above all\n  I brought my daughter into this earth\n  So I understand the need\n  Of women feeling of worth\n  She glanced deep in my eyes\n  And said \"oh shit, you're ill\n  I like the way your mind\n  Moves around at will\n  Still, let me apologize for soundin' so sassy\n  But niggas act as if my ass\n  Has a sign that says harass me\"\n  Her name was Gail from the union of Dale\n  I made her remove the shades\n  So her eyes could tell me the plan\n  Yo where's your man?\n  \"Oh that nigga's past tense\n  Painted bruises on my face\n  Haven't seen him ever since\"\n  Gave a pinch to my bottom\n  And started rubbing my back\n  She said \"I bet your ass is darker\n  Than a Mobb Deep track\"\n  Only one way to know it\n  And I was down to show it\n  So we jetted back to my crib to set it\n  She made it known\n  \"I've owned thoughts of you\n  Since that song 'meeny-meeny'\n  Can't believe you're about\n  To be all up in between me\"\n  Man, the flag was lowered\n  So my wood was raised\n  Followed a shielding of my building\n  To protect me from the blaze\n  This granted access to\n  Southern parts of her borders\n  Did you have her comin'?\n  Like the new world order\n  I caught her with the right combination\n  A good combination\n  Keepin' it in her hard, man\n  You betta listen\n\n  (Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\n  That nigga said S-Os, I ain't retarded yo\n  He probably did cause niggas\n  Cause even when you were saying S-Os, I wasn't even thinking club S-Os\n  I'm thinking S.O.B's cause niggas do call S.O.B's, S-Os\n  Like you know just for short\n  But there is a Club S-Os too\n  Well they gotta cut that shit out\n  They have to cause they done fucked with Maceo today\n"},{"id":36360857,"name":"Betta Listen","trackName":"Betta Listen","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Baldur's Gate 3 (Original Game Soundtrack)","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n(Listen all you fellas, here's what good love is)\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no more)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\nMummy I saw one day (one day)\nShe was on some fume vapors\nGivin' me lip so I continued with the caper\nCat litter had me sniffin\nSince outside the palace\nEyes sicker than AIDS\nGame harder than a callous\nTried to enter in her shit\nShe had locks on the session\nTellin me how her last man\nTaught her ass a lesson (damn)\nWell, I'm not the mayor\nI take care of my dimes\nBut I excluded I had nickels\nAddin' up to her kind (ha)\n\nShort stacks with a wrist full of jewels\nSayin she didn't need a man\nTo make her out for a fool\nDig it, miss, my love is credited in cupid account\nAnd if you need that extra help, I got the extra amount\nGigglin, figurin' I had jokes for her humor\nThen she broke out with the words\nAbout knowin all the rumors\n\"See, all you niggas rappin be like pedigree dogs\nThinkin' you can have me leashed\nAround your microphone cord\"\nSomethin 'bout her lit me up like July\nAnd with them onions in the pants\nI couldn't help but cry\nSeemed lost in the essence\nBut I had to find my way to take\nAction for the digits just to set up a date\nThought my shinin' was on\nI had the skirts in the bag\nUntil i took a bit of time\nTo peep the price on the tag\nShe said \"I'm that salt and pepa\nWho like pushin it to sisters\nYou need to get to walkin with it mister\nI think you betta listen\"\n\n(Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\nWe was at some outside jam one Saturday night\nWhen this pretty ass girl got locked in my sight\nShe was a ghetto philosopher\nYeah you know the type\nThinkin' Mary J. and Sade understood her strife\nCaught me lookin', \"Yo what's cookin?\"\n\"Nothin' from around here\nSo don't approach or hope\nTo be the man of the year\"\nI said listen deer or rabbit or whatever the hell you be\nI'm not the one to embarrass\nBut the one to emcee\nI traveled the world quarters on my relationships\nUsed and abused by hoes\nSo my royalty stubs\nBut above all\nI brought my daughter into this earth\nSo I understand the need\nOf women feeling of worth\nShe glanced deep in my eyes\nAnd said \"oh shit, you're ill\nI like the way your mind\nMoves around at will\nStill, let me apologize for soundin' so sassy\nBut niggas act as if my ass\nHas a sign that says harass me\"\nHer name was Gail from the union of Dale\nI made her remove the shades\nSo her eyes could tell me the plan\nYo where's your man?\n\"Oh that nigga's past tense\nPainted bruises on my face\nHaven't seen him ever since\"\nGave a pinch to my bottom\nAnd started rubbing my back\nShe said \"I bet your ass is darker\nThan a Mobb Deep track\"\nOnly one way to know it\nAnd I was down to show it\nSo we jetted back to my crib to set it\nShe made it known\n\"I've owned thoughts of you\nSince that song 'meeny-meeny'\nCan't believe you're about\nTo be all up in between me\"\nMan, the flag was lowered\nSo my wood was raised\nFollowed a shielding of my building\nTo protect me from the blaze\nThis granted access to\nSouthern parts of her borders\nDid you have her comin'?\nLike the new world order\nI caught her with the right combination\nA good combination\nKeepin' it in her hard, man\nYou betta listen\n\n(Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\nThat nigga said S-Os, I ain't retarded yo\nHe probably did cause niggas\nCause even when you were saying S-Os, I wasn't even thinking club S-Os\nI'm thinking S.O.B's cause niggas do call S.O.B's, S-Os\nLike you know just for short\nBut there is a Club S-Os too\nWell they gotta cut that shit out\nThey have to cause they done fucked with Maceo today","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Betta Listen\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Baldur's Gate 3 (Original Game Soundtrack)\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n  (Listen all you fellas, here's what good love is)\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no more)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\n  Mummy I saw one day (one day)\n  She was on some fume vapors\n  Givin' me lip so I continued with the caper\n  Cat litter had me sniffin\n  Since outside the palace\n  Eyes sicker than AIDS\n  Game harder than a callous\n  Tried to enter in her shit\n  She had locks on the session\n  Tellin me how her last man\n  Taught her ass a lesson (damn)\n  Well, I'm not the mayor\n  I take care of my dimes\n  But I excluded I had nickels\n  Addin' up to her kind (ha)\n\n  Short stacks with a wrist full of jewels\n  Sayin she didn't need a man\n  To make her out for a fool\n  Dig it, miss, my love is credited in cupid account\n  And if you need that extra help, I got the extra amount\n  Gigglin, figurin' I had jokes for her humor\n  Then she broke out with the words\n  About knowin all the rumors\n  \"See, all you niggas rappin be like pedigree dogs\n  Thinkin' you can have me leashed\n  Around your microphone cord\"\n  Somethin 'bout her lit me up like July\n  And with them onions in the pants\n  I couldn't help but cry\n  Seemed lost in the essence\n  But I had to find my way to take\n  Action for the digits just to set up a date\n  Thought my shinin' was on\n  I had the skirts in the bag\n  Until i took a bit of time\n  To peep the price on the tag\n  She said \"I'm that salt and pepa\n  Who like pushin it to sisters\n  You need to get to walkin with it mister\n  I think you betta listen\"\n\n  (Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\n  We was at some outside jam one Saturday night\n  When this pretty ass girl got locked in my sight\n  She was a ghetto philosopher\n  Yeah you know the type\n  Thinkin' Mary J. and Sade understood her strife\n  Caught me lookin', \"Yo what's cookin?\"\n  \"Nothin' from around here\n  So don't approach or hope\n  To be the man of the year\"\n  I said listen deer or rabbit or whatever the hell you be\n  I'm not the one to embarrass\n  But the one to emcee\n  I traveled the world quarters on my relationships\n  Used and abused by hoes\n  So my royalty stubs\n  But above all\n  I brought my daughter into this earth\n  So I understand the need\n  Of women feeling of worth\n  She glanced deep in my eyes\n  And said \"oh shit, you're ill\n  I like the way your mind\n  Moves around at will\n  Still, let me apologize for soundin' so sassy\n  But niggas act as if my ass\n  Has a sign that says harass me\"\n  Her name was Gail from the union of Dale\n  I made her remove the shades\n  So her eyes could tell me the plan\n  Yo where's your man?\n  \"Oh that nigga's past tense\n  Painted bruises on my face\n  Haven't seen him ever since\"\n  Gave a pinch to my bottom\n  And started rubbing my back\n  She said \"I bet your ass is darker\n  Than a Mobb Deep track\"\n  Only one way to know it\n  And I was down to show it\n  So we jetted back to my crib to set it\n  She made it known\n  \"I've owned thoughts of you\n  Since that song 'meeny-meeny'\n  Can't believe you're about\n  To be all up in between me\"\n  Man, the flag was lowered\n  So my wood was raised\n  Followed a shielding of my building\n  To protect me from the blaze\n  This granted access to\n  Southern parts of her borders\n  Did you have her comin'?\n  Like the new world order\n  I caught her with the right combination\n  A good combination\n  Keepin' it in her hard, man\n  You betta listen\n\n  (Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\n  That nigga said S-Os, I ain't retarded yo\n  He probably did cause niggas\n  Cause even when you were saying S-Os, I wasn't even thinking club S-Os\n  I'm thinking S.O.B's cause niggas do call S.O.B's, S-Os\n  Like you know just for short\n  But there is a Club S-Os too\n  Well they gotta cut that shit out\n  They have to cause they done fucked with Maceo today\n"},{"id":39170381,"name":"Betta Listen","trackName":"Betta Listen","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Stakes Is High","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n(Listen all you fellas, here's what good love is)\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no more)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\nMummy I saw one day (one day)\nShe was on some fume vapors\nGivin' me lip so I continued with the caper\nCat litter had me sniffin\nSince outside the palace\nEyes sicker than AIDS\nGame harder than a callous\nTried to enter in her shit\nShe had locks on the session\nTellin me how her last man\nTaught her ass a lesson (damn)\nWell, I'm not the mayor\nI take care of my dimes\nBut I excluded I had nickels\nAddin' up to her kind (ha)\n\nShort stacks with a wrist full of jewels\nSayin she didn't need a man\nTo make her out for a fool\nDig it, miss, my love is credited in cupid account\nAnd if you need that extra help, I got the extra amount\nGigglin, figurin' I had jokes for her humor\nThen she broke out with the words\nAbout knowin all the rumors\n\"See, all you niggas rappin be like pedigree dogs\nThinkin' you can have me leashed\nAround your microphone cord\"\nSomethin 'bout her lit me up like July\nAnd with them onions in the pants\nI couldn't help but cry\nSeemed lost in the essence\nBut I had to find my way to take\nAction for the digits just to set up a date\nThought my shinin' was on\nI had the skirts in the bag\nUntil i took a bit of time\nTo peep the price on the tag\nShe said \"I'm that salt and pepa\nWho like pushin it to sisters\nYou need to get to walkin with it mister\nI think you betta listen\"\n\n(Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\nWe was at some outside jam one Saturday night\nWhen this pretty ass girl got locked in my sight\nShe was a ghetto philosopher\nYeah you know the type\nThinkin' Mary J. and Sade understood her strife\nCaught me lookin', \"Yo what's cookin?\"\n\"Nothin' from around here\nSo don't approach or hope\nTo be the man of the year\"\nI said listen deer or rabbit or whatever the hell you be\nI'm not the one to embarrass\nBut the one to emcee\nI traveled the world quarters on my relationships\nUsed and abused by hoes\nSo my royalty stubs\nBut above all\nI brought my daughter into this earth\nSo I understand the need\nOf women feeling of worth\nShe glanced deep in my eyes\nAnd said \"oh shit, you're ill\nI like the way your mind\nMoves around at will\nStill, let me apologize for soundin' so sassy\nBut niggas act as if my ass\nHas a sign that says harass me\"\nHer name was Gail from the union of Dale\nI made her remove the shades\nSo her eyes could tell me the plan\nYo where's your man?\n\"Oh that nigga's past tense\nPainted bruises on my face\nHaven't seen him ever since\"\nGave a pinch to my bottom\nAnd started rubbing my back\nShe said \"I bet your ass is darker\nThan a Mobb Deep track\"\nOnly one way to know it\nAnd I was down to show it\nSo we jetted back to my crib to set it\nShe made it known\n\"I've owned thoughts of you\nSince that song 'meeny-meeny'\nCan't believe you're about\nTo be all up in between me\"\nMan, the flag was lowered\nSo my wood was raised\nFollowed a shielding of my building\nTo protect me from the blaze\nThis granted access to\nSouthern parts of her borders\nDid you have her comin'?\nLike the new world order\nI caught her with the right combination\nA good combination\nKeepin' it in her hard, man\nYou betta listen\n\n(Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\nThat nigga said S-Os, I ain't retarded yo\nHe probably did cause niggas\nCause even when you were saying S-Os, I wasn't even thinking club S-Os\nI'm thinking S.O.B's cause niggas do call S.O.B's, S-Os\nLike you know just for short\nBut there is a Club S-Os too\nWell they gotta cut that shit out\nThey have to cause they done fucked with Maceo today","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Betta Listen\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Stakes Is High\n  duration_ms: 249629\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n  (Listen all you fellas, here's what good love is)\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no more)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\n  Mummy I saw one day (one day)\n  She was on some fume vapors\n  Givin' me lip so I continued with the caper\n  Cat litter had me sniffin\n  Since outside the palace\n  Eyes sicker than AIDS\n  Game harder than a callous\n  Tried to enter in her shit\n  She had locks on the session\n  Tellin me how her last man\n  Taught her ass a lesson (damn)\n  Well, I'm not the mayor\n  I take care of my dimes\n  But I excluded I had nickels\n  Addin' up to her kind (ha)\n\n  Short stacks with a wrist full of jewels\n  Sayin she didn't need a man\n  To make her out for a fool\n  Dig it, miss, my love is credited in cupid account\n  And if you need that extra help, I got the extra amount\n  Gigglin, figurin' I had jokes for her humor\n  Then she broke out with the words\n  About knowin all the rumors\n  \"See, all you niggas rappin be like pedigree dogs\n  Thinkin' you can have me leashed\n  Around your microphone cord\"\n  Somethin 'bout her lit me up like July\n  And with them onions in the pants\n  I couldn't help but cry\n  Seemed lost in the essence\n  But I had to find my way to take\n  Action for the digits just to set up a date\n  Thought my shinin' was on\n  I had the skirts in the bag\n  Until i took a bit of time\n  To peep the price on the tag\n  She said \"I'm that salt and pepa\n  Who like pushin it to sisters\n  You need to get to walkin with it mister\n  I think you betta listen\"\n\n  (Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\n  We was at some outside jam one Saturday night\n  When this pretty ass girl got locked in my sight\n  She was a ghetto philosopher\n  Yeah you know the type\n  Thinkin' Mary J. and Sade understood her strife\n  Caught me lookin', \"Yo what's cookin?\"\n  \"Nothin' from around here\n  So don't approach or hope\n  To be the man of the year\"\n  I said listen deer or rabbit or whatever the hell you be\n  I'm not the one to embarrass\n  But the one to emcee\n  I traveled the world quarters on my relationships\n  Used and abused by hoes\n  So my royalty stubs\n  But above all\n  I brought my daughter into this earth\n  So I understand the need\n  Of women feeling of worth\n  She glanced deep in my eyes\n  And said \"oh shit, you're ill\n  I like the way your mind\n  Moves around at will\n  Still, let me apologize for soundin' so sassy\n  But niggas act as if my ass\n  Has a sign that says harass me\"\n  Her name was Gail from the union of Dale\n  I made her remove the shades\n  So her eyes could tell me the plan\n  Yo where's your man?\n  \"Oh that nigga's past tense\n  Painted bruises on my face\n  Haven't seen him ever since\"\n  Gave a pinch to my bottom\n  And started rubbing my back\n  She said \"I bet your ass is darker\n  Than a Mobb Deep track\"\n  Only one way to know it\n  And I was down to show it\n  So we jetted back to my crib to set it\n  She made it known\n  \"I've owned thoughts of you\n  Since that song 'meeny-meeny'\n  Can't believe you're about\n  To be all up in between me\"\n  Man, the flag was lowered\n  So my wood was raised\n  Followed a shielding of my building\n  To protect me from the blaze\n  This granted access to\n  Southern parts of her borders\n  Did you have her comin'?\n  Like the new world order\n  I caught her with the right combination\n  A good combination\n  Keepin' it in her hard, man\n  You betta listen\n\n  (Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\n  That nigga said S-Os, I ain't retarded yo\n  He probably did cause niggas\n  Cause even when you were saying S-Os, I wasn't even thinking club S-Os\n  I'm thinking S.O.B's cause niggas do call S.O.B's, S-Os\n  Like you know just for short\n  But there is a Club S-Os too\n  Well they gotta cut that shit out\n  They have to cause they done fucked with Maceo today\n"},{"id":39885784,"name":"Betta Listen","trackName":"Betta Listen","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Stakes Is High 30th Anniversary Edition","duration":268.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n(Listen all you fellas, here's what good love is)\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no more)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\nMummy I saw one day (one day)\nShe was on some fume vapors\nGivin' me lip so I continued with the caper\nCat litter had me sniffin\nSince outside the palace\nEyes sicker than AIDS\nGame harder than a callous\nTried to enter in her shit\nShe had locks on the session\nTellin me how her last man\nTaught her ass a lesson (damn)\nWell, I'm not the mayor\nI take care of my dimes\nBut I excluded I had nickels\nAddin' up to her kind (ha)\n\nShort stacks with a wrist full of jewels\nSayin she didn't need a man\nTo make her out for a fool\nDig it, miss, my love is credited in cupid account\nAnd if you need that extra help, I got the extra amount\nGigglin, figurin' I had jokes for her humor\nThen she broke out with the words\nAbout knowin all the rumors\n\"See, all you niggas rappin be like pedigree dogs\nThinkin' you can have me leashed\nAround your microphone cord\"\nSomethin 'bout her lit me up like July\nAnd with them onions in the pants\nI couldn't help but cry\nSeemed lost in the essence\nBut I had to find my way to take\nAction for the digits just to set up a date\nThought my shinin' was on\nI had the skirts in the bag\nUntil i took a bit of time\nTo peep the price on the tag\nShe said \"I'm that salt and pepa\nWho like pushin it to sisters\nYou need to get to walkin with it mister\nI think you betta listen\"\n\n(Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\nWe was at some outside jam one Saturday night\nWhen this pretty ass girl got locked in my sight\nShe was a ghetto philosopher\nYeah you know the type\nThinkin' Mary J. and Sade understood her strife\nCaught me lookin', \"Yo what's cookin?\"\n\"Nothin' from around here\nSo don't approach or hope\nTo be the man of the year\"\nI said listen deer or rabbit or whatever the hell you be\nI'm not the one to embarrass\nBut the one to emcee\nI traveled the world quarters on my relationships\nUsed and abused by hoes\nSo my royalty stubs\nBut above all\nI brought my daughter into this earth\nSo I understand the need\nOf women feeling of worth\nShe glanced deep in my eyes\nAnd said \"oh shit, you're ill\nI like the way your mind\nMoves around at will\nStill, let me apologize for soundin' so sassy\nBut niggas act as if my ass\nHas a sign that says harass me\"\nHer name was Gail from the union of Dale\nI made her remove the shades\nSo her eyes could tell me the plan\nYo where's your man?\n\"Oh that nigga's past tense\nPainted bruises on my face\nHaven't seen him ever since\"\nGave a pinch to my bottom\nAnd started rubbing my back\nShe said \"I bet your ass is darker\nThan a Mobb Deep track\"\nOnly one way to know it\nAnd I was down to show it\nSo we jetted back to my crib to set it\nShe made it known\n\"I've owned thoughts of you\nSince that song 'meeny-meeny'\nCan't believe you're about\nTo be all up in between me\"\nMan, the flag was lowered\nSo my wood was raised\nFollowed a shielding of my building\nTo protect me from the blaze\nThis granted access to\nSouthern parts of her borders\nDid you have her comin'?\nLike the new world order\nI caught her with the right combination\nA good combination\nKeepin' it in her hard, man\nYou betta listen\n\n(Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n(Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n(Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\nThat nigga said S-Os, I ain't retarded yo\nHe probably did cause niggas\nCause even when you were saying S-Os, I wasn't even thinking club S-Os\nI'm thinking S.O.B's cause niggas do call S.O.B's, S-Os\nLike you know just for short\nBut there is a Club S-Os too\nWell they gotta cut that shit out\nThey have to cause they done fucked with Maceo today","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Betta Listen\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Stakes Is High 30th Anniversary Edition\n  duration_ms: 267893\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n  (Listen all you fellas, here's what good love is)\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no more)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\n  Mummy I saw one day (one day)\n  She was on some fume vapors\n  Givin' me lip so I continued with the caper\n  Cat litter had me sniffin\n  Since outside the palace\n  Eyes sicker than AIDS\n  Game harder than a callous\n  Tried to enter in her shit\n  She had locks on the session\n  Tellin me how her last man\n  Taught her ass a lesson (damn)\n  Well, I'm not the mayor\n  I take care of my dimes\n  But I excluded I had nickels\n  Addin' up to her kind (ha)\n\n  Short stacks with a wrist full of jewels\n  Sayin she didn't need a man\n  To make her out for a fool\n  Dig it, miss, my love is credited in cupid account\n  And if you need that extra help, I got the extra amount\n  Gigglin, figurin' I had jokes for her humor\n  Then she broke out with the words\n  About knowin all the rumors\n  \"See, all you niggas rappin be like pedigree dogs\n  Thinkin' you can have me leashed\n  Around your microphone cord\"\n  Somethin 'bout her lit me up like July\n  And with them onions in the pants\n  I couldn't help but cry\n  Seemed lost in the essence\n  But I had to find my way to take\n  Action for the digits just to set up a date\n  Thought my shinin' was on\n  I had the skirts in the bag\n  Until i took a bit of time\n  To peep the price on the tag\n  She said \"I'm that salt and pepa\n  Who like pushin it to sisters\n  You need to get to walkin with it mister\n  I think you betta listen\"\n\n  (Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\n  We was at some outside jam one Saturday night\n  When this pretty ass girl got locked in my sight\n  She was a ghetto philosopher\n  Yeah you know the type\n  Thinkin' Mary J. and Sade understood her strife\n  Caught me lookin', \"Yo what's cookin?\"\n  \"Nothin' from around here\n  So don't approach or hope\n  To be the man of the year\"\n  I said listen deer or rabbit or whatever the hell you be\n  I'm not the one to embarrass\n  But the one to emcee\n  I traveled the world quarters on my relationships\n  Used and abused by hoes\n  So my royalty stubs\n  But above all\n  I brought my daughter into this earth\n  So I understand the need\n  Of women feeling of worth\n  She glanced deep in my eyes\n  And said \"oh shit, you're ill\n  I like the way your mind\n  Moves around at will\n  Still, let me apologize for soundin' so sassy\n  But niggas act as if my ass\n  Has a sign that says harass me\"\n  Her name was Gail from the union of Dale\n  I made her remove the shades\n  So her eyes could tell me the plan\n  Yo where's your man?\n  \"Oh that nigga's past tense\n  Painted bruises on my face\n  Haven't seen him ever since\"\n  Gave a pinch to my bottom\n  And started rubbing my back\n  She said \"I bet your ass is darker\n  Than a Mobb Deep track\"\n  Only one way to know it\n  And I was down to show it\n  So we jetted back to my crib to set it\n  She made it known\n  \"I've owned thoughts of you\n  Since that song 'meeny-meeny'\n  Can't believe you're about\n  To be all up in between me\"\n  Man, the flag was lowered\n  So my wood was raised\n  Followed a shielding of my building\n  To protect me from the blaze\n  This granted access to\n  Southern parts of her borders\n  Did you have her comin'?\n  Like the new world order\n  I caught her with the right combination\n  A good combination\n  Keepin' it in her hard, man\n  You betta listen\n\n  (Listen all you fellas, giver her good lovin')\n  (Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands)\n  (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no no)\n  (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you betta listen)\n\n  That nigga said S-Os, I ain't retarded yo\n  He probably did cause niggas\n  Cause even when you were saying S-Os, I wasn't even thinking club S-Os\n  I'm thinking S.O.B's cause niggas do call S.O.B's, S-Os\n  Like you know just for short\n  But there is a Club S-Os too\n  Well they gotta cut that shit out\n  They have to cause they done fucked with Maceo today\n"}]