[{"id":29759905,"name":"Get Me Home","trackName":"Get Me Home","artistName":"Foxy Brown","albumName":"Get Me Home","duration":230.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\nFirm biz, what is, Blackstreet\nNa Na, steady rise, peep this out\n(Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n(*gotta get you home*)\n\nVerse One:\n\nHold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\nGets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\nIn the six drop boo and it don't stop\nSee money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\nFlirt-in cause I, digs you like that\nPeep baby boy style, hopin we match\nYou sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\nIt said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\nI could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\nPlus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\nI don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\nMeet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\nWhisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\nI'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\nWhen it's all said and done I got plans for you\nHe said (gotta get you home tonight)\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nOooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\nGotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOooooh baby, ohhhh\nGotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n\nVerse Two: Foxy Brown\n\nAt the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\nGettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\nYou tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\nJackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\nAnd his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\nMind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\nBreasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\nTwist my body like the Excorist, hey\nThe way he licked his lips he was mackin\nTrue thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\nNever mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\nOr the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\nMarry who? Daddy please\nI'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\nSo let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\nWhen it's all said and done I got plans for you\nHe said (oh bay-beeee)\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nOoooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nGotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOoooooh baby, baby I need you\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nRight here\n\nVerse Three: Foxy Brown\n\nGrabbed me by the hand and led the way\nOutside of the club talkin to Valet\nMind started to stray, million miles away\nContemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\nJumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\nAs he threw on Blacksteet casually\nAnd we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\nI sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\nTa-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\nLike Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\nI thought for a second and then my mind went\nSex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\nBack to Reality, the Soul II Soul\nBreathin heavily but still in control\nWants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\nWith sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nTonight baby\nOoooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nWhatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOoooooh baby, do it for you baby\nI need it in my life\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nAyyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\nGotta get you home with me tonight\n*Etc.*","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.42] [Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\n[00:05.59] \n[00:09.48] Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet\n[00:15.66] Na Na, steady rise, peep this out\n[00:19.04] (Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n[00:22.46] (*gotta get you home*)\n[00:23.71] Verse One:\n[00:24.56] Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\n[00:27.08] Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\n[00:29.76] In the six drop boo and it don't stop\n[00:32.25] See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n[00:34.43] 'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\n[00:36.94] Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that\n[00:39.50] Peep baby boy style, hopin we match\n[00:42.18] You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\n[00:44.34] It said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\n[00:46.89] I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\n[00:49.53] Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\n[00:52.18] I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\n[00:54.31] Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\n[00:57.06] Whisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\n[00:59.75] I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\n[01:01.96] When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n[01:04.52] He said (gotta get you home tonight)\n[01:08.05] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[01:10.03] Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\n[01:13.62] Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[01:17.44] Oooooh baby, ohhhh\n[01:21.10] Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n[01:23.80] Verse Two: Foxy Brown\n[01:24.61] At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\n[01:26.82] Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\n[01:29.53] You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\n[01:32.09] Jackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\n[01:34.68] And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\n[01:36.87] Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\n[01:39.35] Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\n[01:42.80] Twist my body like the Excorist, hey\n[01:44.83] The way he licked his lips he was mackin\n[01:46.74] True thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\n[01:50.06] Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\n[01:52.09] Or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n[01:54.78] Marry who? Daddy please\n[01:56.60] I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n[01:59.19] So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n[02:02.06] When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n[02:04.74] He said (oh bay-beeee)\n[02:08.09] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[02:08.99] Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n[02:11.03] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[02:13.30] Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[02:15.16] Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n[02:18.69] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[02:20.87] Right here\n[02:22.69] Verse Three: Foxy Brown\n[02:24.64] Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n[02:27.10] Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n[02:29.41] Mind started to stray, million miles away\n[02:31.99] Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n[02:34.71] Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n[02:37.32] As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n[02:39.30] And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n[02:41.94] I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n[02:44.65] Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n[02:46.60] Like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n[02:49.42] I thought for a second and then my mind went\n[02:52.12] Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n[02:54.75] Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n[02:57.12] Breathin heavily but still in control\n[02:59.46] Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n[03:02.10] With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n[03:04.19] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[03:05.15] Tonight baby\n[03:06.98] Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n[03:10.09] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:12.25] Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[03:14.74] Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n[03:19.34] I need it in my life\n[03:21.34] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:22.94] Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n[03:28.68] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:31.04] *Etc.*\n[03:31.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Get Me Home\n  artist: Foxy Brown\n  album: Get Me Home\n  duration_ms: 230000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)'\n  start_ms: 2420\n  end_ms: 5590\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 5590\n  end_ms: 9480\n- text: Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet\n  start_ms: 9480\n  end_ms: 15660\n- text: Na Na, steady rise, peep this out\n  start_ms: 15660\n  end_ms: 19040\n- text: (Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n  start_ms: 19040\n  end_ms: 22460\n- text: (*gotta get you home*)\n  start_ms: 22460\n  end_ms: 23710\n- text: 'Verse One:'\n  start_ms: 23710\n  end_ms: 24560\n- text: Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\n  start_ms: 24560\n  end_ms: 27080\n- text: Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\n  start_ms: 27080\n  end_ms: 29760\n- text: In the six drop boo and it don't stop\n  start_ms: 29760\n  end_ms: 32250\n- text: See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n  start_ms: 32250\n  end_ms: 34430\n- text: '''Cross the room throwin signals I''m throwin em back'\n  start_ms: 34430\n  end_ms: 36940\n- text: Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that\n  start_ms: 36940\n  end_ms: 39500\n- text: Peep baby boy style, hopin we match\n  start_ms: 39500\n  end_ms: 42180\n- text: You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\n  start_ms: 42180\n  end_ms: 44340\n- text: It said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\n  start_ms: 44340\n  end_ms: 46890\n- text: I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\n  start_ms: 46890\n  end_ms: 49530\n- text: Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\n  start_ms: 49530\n  end_ms: 52180\n- text: I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\n  start_ms: 52180\n  end_ms: 54310\n- text: Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\n  start_ms: 54310\n  end_ms: 57060\n- text: Whisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\n  start_ms: 57060\n  end_ms: 59750\n- text: I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\n  start_ms: 59750\n  end_ms: 61960\n- text: When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  start_ms: 61960\n  end_ms: 64520\n- text: He said (gotta get you home tonight)\n  start_ms: 64520\n  end_ms: 68050\n- text: 'Chorus: Blackstreet'\n  start_ms: 68050\n  end_ms: 70030\n- text: Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\n  start_ms: 70030\n  end_ms: 73620\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  start_ms: 73620\n  end_ms: 77440\n- text: Oooooh baby, ohhhh\n  start_ms: 77440\n  end_ms: 81100\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n  start_ms: 81100\n  end_ms: 83800\n- text: 'Verse Two: Foxy Brown'\n  start_ms: 83800\n  end_ms: 84610\n- text: At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\n  start_ms: 84610\n  end_ms: 86820\n- text: Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\n  start_ms: 86820\n  end_ms: 89530\n- text: You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\n  start_ms: 89530\n  end_ms: 92090\n- text: Jackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\n  start_ms: 92090\n  end_ms: 94680\n- text: And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\n  start_ms: 94680\n  end_ms: 96870\n- text: Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\n  start_ms: 96870\n  end_ms: 99350\n- text: Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\n  start_ms: 99350\n  end_ms: 102800\n- text: Twist my body like the Excorist, hey\n  start_ms: 102800\n  end_ms: 104830\n- text: The way he licked his lips he was mackin\n  start_ms: 104830\n  end_ms: 106740\n- text: True thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\n  start_ms: 106740\n  end_ms: 110060\n- text: Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\n  start_ms: 110060\n  end_ms: 112090\n- text: Or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n  start_ms: 112090\n  end_ms: 114780\n- text: Marry who? Daddy please\n  start_ms: 114780\n  end_ms: 116600\n- text: I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n  start_ms: 116600\n  end_ms: 119190\n- text: So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n  start_ms: 119190\n  end_ms: 122060\n- text: When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  start_ms: 122060\n  end_ms: 124740\n- text: He said (oh bay-beeee)\n  start_ms: 124740\n  end_ms: 128090\n- text: 'Chorus: Blackstreet'\n  start_ms: 128090\n  end_ms: 128990\n- text: Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n  start_ms: 128990\n  end_ms: 131030\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 131030\n  end_ms: 133300\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  start_ms: 133300\n  end_ms: 135160\n- text: Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n  start_ms: 135160\n  end_ms: 138690\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 138690\n  end_ms: 140870\n- text: Right here\n  start_ms: 140870\n  end_ms: 142690\n- text: 'Verse Three: Foxy Brown'\n  start_ms: 142690\n  end_ms: 144640\n- text: Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n  start_ms: 144640\n  end_ms: 147100\n- text: Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n  start_ms: 147100\n  end_ms: 149410\n- text: Mind started to stray, million miles away\n  start_ms: 149410\n  end_ms: 151990\n- text: Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n  start_ms: 151990\n  end_ms: 154710\n- text: Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n  start_ms: 154710\n  end_ms: 157320\n- text: As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n  start_ms: 157320\n  end_ms: 159300\n- text: And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n  start_ms: 159300\n  end_ms: 161940\n- text: I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n  start_ms: 161940\n  end_ms: 164650\n- text: Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n  start_ms: 164650\n  end_ms: 166600\n- text: Like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n  start_ms: 166600\n  end_ms: 169420\n- text: I thought for a second and then my mind went\n  start_ms: 169420\n  end_ms: 172120\n- text: Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n  start_ms: 172120\n  end_ms: 174750\n- text: Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n  start_ms: 174750\n  end_ms: 177120\n- text: Breathin heavily but still in control\n  start_ms: 177120\n  end_ms: 179460\n- text: Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n  start_ms: 179460\n  end_ms: 182100\n- text: With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n  start_ms: 182100\n  end_ms: 184190\n- text: 'Chorus: Blackstreet'\n  start_ms: 184190\n  end_ms: 185150\n- text: Tonight baby\n  start_ms: 185150\n  end_ms: 186980\n- text: Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n  start_ms: 186980\n  end_ms: 190090\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 190090\n  end_ms: 192250\n- text: Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  start_ms: 192250\n  end_ms: 194740\n- text: Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n  start_ms: 194740\n  end_ms: 199340\n- text: I need it in my life\n  start_ms: 199340\n  end_ms: 201340\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 201340\n  end_ms: 202940\n- text: Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n  start_ms: 202940\n  end_ms: 208680\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 208680\n  end_ms: 211040\n- text: '*Etc.*'\n  start_ms: 211040\n  end_ms: 211510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 211510\nplain: |-\n  [Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\n  Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet\n  Na Na, steady rise, peep this out\n  (Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n  (*gotta get you home*)\n\n  Verse One:\n\n  Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\n  Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\n  In the six drop boo and it don't stop\n  See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n  'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\n  Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that\n  Peep baby boy style, hopin we match\n  You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\n  It said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\n  I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\n  Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\n  I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\n  Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\n  Whisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\n  I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\n  When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  He said (gotta get you home tonight)\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Oooooh baby, ohhhh\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n\n  Verse Two: Foxy Brown\n\n  At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\n  Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\n  You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\n  Jackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\n  And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\n  Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\n  Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\n  Twist my body like the Excorist, hey\n  The way he licked his lips he was mackin\n  True thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\n  Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\n  Or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n  Marry who? Daddy please\n  I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n  So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n  When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  He said (oh bay-beeee)\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Right here\n\n  Verse Three: Foxy Brown\n\n  Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n  Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n  Mind started to stray, million miles away\n  Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n  Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n  As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n  And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n  I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n  Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n  Like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n  I thought for a second and then my mind went\n  Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n  Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n  Breathin heavily but still in control\n  Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n  With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Tonight baby\n  Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n  I need it in my life\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  *Etc.*\n"},{"id":31450676,"name":"Get Me Home","trackName":"Get Me Home","artistName":"Foxy Brown","albumName":"Get Me Home","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\nFirm biz, what is, Blackstreet\nNa Na, steady rise, peep this out\n(Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n(*gotta get you home*)\n\nVerse One:\n\nHold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\nGets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\nIn the six drop boo and it don't stop\nSee money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\nFlirt-in cause I, digs you like that\nPeep baby boy style, hopin we match\nYou sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\nIt said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\nI could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\nPlus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\nI don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\nMeet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\nWhisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\nI'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\nWhen it's all said and done I got plans for you\nHe said (gotta get you home tonight)\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nOooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\nGotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOooooh baby, ohhhh\nGotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n\nVerse Two: Foxy Brown\n\nAt the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\nGettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\nYou tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\nJackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\nAnd his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\nMind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\nBreasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\nTwist my body like the Excorist, hey\nThe way he licked his lips he was mackin\nTrue thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\nNever mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\nOr the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\nMarry who? Daddy please\nI'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\nSo let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\nWhen it's all said and done I got plans for you\nHe said (oh bay-beeee)\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nOoooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nGotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOoooooh baby, baby I need you\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nRight here\n\nVerse Three: Foxy Brown\n\nGrabbed me by the hand and led the way\nOutside of the club talkin to Valet\nMind started to stray, million miles away\nContemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\nJumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\nAs he threw on Blacksteet casually\nAnd we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\nI sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\nTa-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\nLike Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\nI thought for a second and then my mind went\nSex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\nBack to Reality, the Soul II Soul\nBreathin heavily but still in control\nWants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\nWith sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nTonight baby\nOoooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nWhatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOoooooh baby, do it for you baby\nI need it in my life\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nAyyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\nGotta get you home with me tonight\n*Etc.*","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.42] [Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\n[00:05.59] \n[00:09.48] Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet\n[00:15.66] Na Na, steady rise, peep this out\n[00:19.04] (Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n[00:22.46] (*gotta get you home*)\n[00:23.71] Verse One:\n[00:24.56] Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\n[00:27.08] Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\n[00:29.76] In the six drop boo and it don't stop\n[00:32.25] See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n[00:34.43] 'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\n[00:36.94] Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that\n[00:39.50] Peep baby boy style, hopin we match\n[00:42.18] You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\n[00:44.34] It said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\n[00:46.89] I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\n[00:49.53] Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\n[00:52.18] I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\n[00:54.31] Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\n[00:57.06] Whisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\n[00:59.75] I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\n[01:01.96] When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n[01:04.52] He said (gotta get you home tonight)\n[01:08.05] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[01:10.03] Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\n[01:13.62] Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[01:17.44] Oooooh baby, ohhhh\n[01:21.10] Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n[01:23.80] Verse Two: Foxy Brown\n[01:24.61] At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\n[01:26.82] Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\n[01:29.53] You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\n[01:32.09] Jackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\n[01:34.68] And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\n[01:36.87] Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\n[01:39.35] Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\n[01:42.80] Twist my body like the Excorist, hey\n[01:44.83] The way he licked his lips he was mackin\n[01:46.74] True thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\n[01:50.06] Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\n[01:52.09] Or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n[01:54.78] Marry who? Daddy please\n[01:56.60] I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n[01:59.19] So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n[02:02.06] When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n[02:04.74] He said (oh bay-beeee)\n[02:08.09] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[02:08.99] Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n[02:11.03] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[02:13.30] Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[02:15.16] Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n[02:18.69] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[02:20.87] Right here\n[02:22.69] Verse Three: Foxy Brown\n[02:24.64] Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n[02:27.10] Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n[02:29.41] Mind started to stray, million miles away\n[02:31.99] Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n[02:34.71] Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n[02:37.32] As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n[02:39.30] And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n[02:41.94] I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n[02:44.65] Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n[02:46.60] Like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n[02:49.42] I thought for a second and then my mind went\n[02:52.12] Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n[02:54.75] Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n[02:57.12] Breathin heavily but still in control\n[02:59.46] Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n[03:02.10] With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n[03:04.19] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[03:05.15] Tonight baby\n[03:06.98] Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n[03:10.09] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:12.25] Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[03:14.74] Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n[03:19.34] I need it in my life\n[03:21.34] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:22.94] Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n[03:28.68] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:31.04] *Etc.*\n[03:31.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Get Me Home\n  artist: Foxy Brown\n  album: Get Me Home\n  duration_ms: 234000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Foxy] Yeah... 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Daddy please\n  start_ms: 114780\n  end_ms: 116600\n- text: I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n  start_ms: 116600\n  end_ms: 119190\n- text: So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n  start_ms: 119190\n  end_ms: 122060\n- text: When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  start_ms: 122060\n  end_ms: 124740\n- text: He said (oh bay-beeee)\n  start_ms: 124740\n  end_ms: 128090\n- text: 'Chorus: Blackstreet'\n  start_ms: 128090\n  end_ms: 128990\n- text: Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n  start_ms: 128990\n  end_ms: 131030\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 131030\n  end_ms: 133300\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  start_ms: 133300\n  end_ms: 135160\n- text: Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n  start_ms: 135160\n  end_ms: 138690\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 138690\n  end_ms: 140870\n- text: Right here\n  start_ms: 140870\n  end_ms: 142690\n- text: 'Verse Three: Foxy Brown'\n  start_ms: 142690\n  end_ms: 144640\n- text: Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n  start_ms: 144640\n  end_ms: 147100\n- text: Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n  start_ms: 147100\n  end_ms: 149410\n- text: Mind started to stray, million miles away\n  start_ms: 149410\n  end_ms: 151990\n- text: Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n  start_ms: 151990\n  end_ms: 154710\n- text: Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n  start_ms: 154710\n  end_ms: 157320\n- text: As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n  start_ms: 157320\n  end_ms: 159300\n- text: And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n  start_ms: 159300\n  end_ms: 161940\n- text: I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n  start_ms: 161940\n  end_ms: 164650\n- text: Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n  start_ms: 164650\n  end_ms: 166600\n- text: Like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n  start_ms: 166600\n  end_ms: 169420\n- text: I thought for a second and then my mind went\n  start_ms: 169420\n  end_ms: 172120\n- text: Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n  start_ms: 172120\n  end_ms: 174750\n- text: Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n  start_ms: 174750\n  end_ms: 177120\n- text: Breathin heavily but still in control\n  start_ms: 177120\n  end_ms: 179460\n- text: Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n  start_ms: 179460\n  end_ms: 182100\n- text: With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n  start_ms: 182100\n  end_ms: 184190\n- text: 'Chorus: Blackstreet'\n  start_ms: 184190\n  end_ms: 185150\n- text: Tonight baby\n  start_ms: 185150\n  end_ms: 186980\n- text: Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n  start_ms: 186980\n  end_ms: 190090\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 190090\n  end_ms: 192250\n- text: Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  start_ms: 192250\n  end_ms: 194740\n- text: Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n  start_ms: 194740\n  end_ms: 199340\n- text: I need it in my life\n  start_ms: 199340\n  end_ms: 201340\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 201340\n  end_ms: 202940\n- text: Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n  start_ms: 202940\n  end_ms: 208680\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 208680\n  end_ms: 211040\n- text: '*Etc.*'\n  start_ms: 211040\n  end_ms: 211510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 211510\nplain: |-\n  [Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\n  Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet\n  Na Na, steady rise, peep this out\n  (Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n  (*gotta get you home*)\n\n  Verse One:\n\n  Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\n  Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\n  In the six drop boo and it don't stop\n  See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n  'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\n  Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that\n  Peep baby boy style, hopin we match\n  You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\n  It said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\n  I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\n  Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\n  I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\n  Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\n  Whisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\n  I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\n  When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  He said (gotta get you home tonight)\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Oooooh baby, ohhhh\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n\n  Verse Two: Foxy Brown\n\n  At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\n  Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\n  You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\n  Jackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\n  And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\n  Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\n  Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\n  Twist my body like the Excorist, hey\n  The way he licked his lips he was mackin\n  True thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\n  Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\n  Or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n  Marry who? Daddy please\n  I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n  So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n  When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  He said (oh bay-beeee)\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Right here\n\n  Verse Three: Foxy Brown\n\n  Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n  Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n  Mind started to stray, million miles away\n  Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n  Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n  As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n  And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n  I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n  Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n  Like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n  I thought for a second and then my mind went\n  Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n  Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n  Breathin heavily but still in control\n  Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n  With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Tonight baby\n  Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n  I need it in my life\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  *Etc.*\n"},{"id":34653552,"name":"Get Me Home (edit)","trackName":"Get Me Home (edit)","artistName":"Foxy Brown","albumName":"Get Me Home","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\nFirm biz, what is, Blackstreet\nNa Na, steady rise, peep this out\n(Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n(*gotta get you home*)\n\nVerse One:\n\nHold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\nGets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\nIn the six drop boo and it don't stop\nSee money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\nFlirt-in cause I, digs you like that\nPeep baby boy style, hopin we match\nYou sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\nIt said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\nI could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\nPlus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\nI don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\nMeet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\nWhisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\nI'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\nWhen it's all said and done I got plans for you\nHe said (gotta get you home tonight)\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nOooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\nGotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOooooh baby, ohhhh\nGotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n\nVerse Two: Foxy Brown\n\nAt the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\nGettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\nYou tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\nJackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\nAnd his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\nMind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\nBreasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\nTwist my body like the Excorist, hey\nThe way he licked his lips he was mackin\nTrue thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\nNever mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\nor the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\nMarry who? Daddy please\nI'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\nSo let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\nWhen it's all said and done I got plans for you\nHe said (oh bay-beeee)\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nOoooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nGotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOoooooh baby, baby I need you\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nRight here\n\nVerse Three: Foxy Brown\n\nGrabbed me by the hand and led the way\nOutside of the club talkin to Valet\nMind started to stray, million miles away\nContemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\nJumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\nAs he threw on Blacksteet casually\nAnd we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\nI sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\nTa-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\nlike Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\nI thought for a second and then my mind went\nSex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\nBack to Reality, the Soul II Soul\nBreathin heavily but still in control\nWants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\nWith sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nTonight baby\nOoooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nWhatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOoooooh baby, do it for you baby\nI need it in my life\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nAyyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\nGotta get you home with me tonight\n*etc.*","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.42] [Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\n[00:05.59] \n[00:09.48] Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet\n[00:15.66] Na Na, steady rise, peep this out\n[00:19.04] (Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n[00:22.46] (*gotta get you home*)\n[00:23.71] Verse One:\n[00:24.56] Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\n[00:27.08] Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\n[00:29.76] In the six drop boo and it don't stop\n[00:32.25] See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n[00:34.43] 'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\n[00:36.94] Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that\n[00:39.50] Peep baby boy style, hopin we match\n[00:42.18] You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\n[00:44.34] It said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\n[00:46.89] I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\n[00:49.53] Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\n[00:52.18] I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\n[00:54.31] Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\n[00:57.06] Whisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\n[00:59.75] I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\n[01:01.96] When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n[01:04.52] He said (gotta get you home tonight)\n[01:08.05] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[01:10.03] Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\n[01:13.62] Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[01:17.44] Oooooh baby, ohhhh\n[01:21.10] Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n[01:23.80] Verse Two: Foxy Brown\n[01:24.61] At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\n[01:26.82] Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\n[01:29.53] You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\n[01:32.09] Jackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\n[01:34.68] And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\n[01:36.87] Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\n[01:39.35] Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\n[01:42.80] Twist my body like the Excorist, hey\n[01:44.83] The way he licked his lips he was mackin\n[01:46.74] True thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\n[01:50.06] Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\n[01:52.09] or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n[01:54.78] Marry who? Daddy please\n[01:56.60] I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n[01:59.19] So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n[02:02.06] When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n[02:04.74] He said (oh bay-beeee)\n[02:08.09] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[02:08.99] Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n[02:11.03] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[02:13.30] Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[02:15.16] Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n[02:18.69] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[02:20.87] Right here\n[02:22.69] Verse Three: Foxy Brown\n[02:24.64] Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n[02:27.10] Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n[02:29.41] Mind started to stray, million miles away\n[02:31.99] Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n[02:34.71] Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n[02:37.32] As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n[02:39.30] And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n[02:41.94] I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n[02:44.65] Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n[02:46.60] like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n[02:49.42] I thought for a second and then my mind went\n[02:52.12] Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n[02:54.75] Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n[02:57.12] Breathin heavily but still in control\n[02:59.46] Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n[03:02.10] With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n[03:04.19] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[03:05.15] Tonight baby\n[03:06.98] Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n[03:10.09] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:12.25] Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[03:14.74] Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n[03:19.34] I need it in my life\n[03:21.34] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:22.94] Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n[03:28.68] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:31.04] *etc.*\n[03:31.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Get Me Home (edit)\n  artist: Foxy Brown\n  album: Get Me Home\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Foxy] Yeah... 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Daddy please\n  start_ms: 114780\n  end_ms: 116600\n- text: I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n  start_ms: 116600\n  end_ms: 119190\n- text: So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n  start_ms: 119190\n  end_ms: 122060\n- text: When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  start_ms: 122060\n  end_ms: 124740\n- text: He said (oh bay-beeee)\n  start_ms: 124740\n  end_ms: 128090\n- text: 'Chorus: Blackstreet'\n  start_ms: 128090\n  end_ms: 128990\n- text: Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n  start_ms: 128990\n  end_ms: 131030\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 131030\n  end_ms: 133300\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  start_ms: 133300\n  end_ms: 135160\n- text: Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n  start_ms: 135160\n  end_ms: 138690\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 138690\n  end_ms: 140870\n- text: Right here\n  start_ms: 140870\n  end_ms: 142690\n- text: 'Verse Three: Foxy Brown'\n  start_ms: 142690\n  end_ms: 144640\n- text: Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n  start_ms: 144640\n  end_ms: 147100\n- text: Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n  start_ms: 147100\n  end_ms: 149410\n- text: Mind started to stray, million miles away\n  start_ms: 149410\n  end_ms: 151990\n- text: Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n  start_ms: 151990\n  end_ms: 154710\n- text: Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n  start_ms: 154710\n  end_ms: 157320\n- text: As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n  start_ms: 157320\n  end_ms: 159300\n- text: And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n  start_ms: 159300\n  end_ms: 161940\n- text: I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n  start_ms: 161940\n  end_ms: 164650\n- text: Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n  start_ms: 164650\n  end_ms: 166600\n- text: like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n  start_ms: 166600\n  end_ms: 169420\n- text: I thought for a second and then my mind went\n  start_ms: 169420\n  end_ms: 172120\n- text: Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n  start_ms: 172120\n  end_ms: 174750\n- text: Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n  start_ms: 174750\n  end_ms: 177120\n- text: Breathin heavily but still in control\n  start_ms: 177120\n  end_ms: 179460\n- text: Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n  start_ms: 179460\n  end_ms: 182100\n- text: With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n  start_ms: 182100\n  end_ms: 184190\n- text: 'Chorus: Blackstreet'\n  start_ms: 184190\n  end_ms: 185150\n- text: Tonight baby\n  start_ms: 185150\n  end_ms: 186980\n- text: Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n  start_ms: 186980\n  end_ms: 190090\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 190090\n  end_ms: 192250\n- text: Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  start_ms: 192250\n  end_ms: 194740\n- text: Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n  start_ms: 194740\n  end_ms: 199340\n- text: I need it in my life\n  start_ms: 199340\n  end_ms: 201340\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 201340\n  end_ms: 202940\n- text: Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n  start_ms: 202940\n  end_ms: 208680\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 208680\n  end_ms: 211040\n- text: '*etc.*'\n  start_ms: 211040\n  end_ms: 211510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 211510\nplain: |-\n  [Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\n  Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet\n  Na Na, steady rise, peep this out\n  (Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n  (*gotta get you home*)\n\n  Verse One:\n\n  Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\n  Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\n  In the six drop boo and it don't stop\n  See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n  'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\n  Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that\n  Peep baby boy style, hopin we match\n  You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\n  It said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\n  I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\n  Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\n  I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\n  Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\n  Whisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\n  I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\n  When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  He said (gotta get you home tonight)\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Oooooh baby, ohhhh\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n\n  Verse Two: Foxy Brown\n\n  At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\n  Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\n  You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\n  Jackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\n  And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\n  Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\n  Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\n  Twist my body like the Excorist, hey\n  The way he licked his lips he was mackin\n  True thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\n  Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\n  or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n  Marry who? Daddy please\n  I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n  So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n  When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  He said (oh bay-beeee)\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Right here\n\n  Verse Three: Foxy Brown\n\n  Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n  Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n  Mind started to stray, million miles away\n  Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n  Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n  As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n  And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n  I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n  Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n  like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n  I thought for a second and then my mind went\n  Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n  Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n  Breathin heavily but still in control\n  Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n  With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Tonight baby\n  Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n  I need it in my life\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  *etc.*\n"},{"id":34233509,"name":"Get Me Home (edit)","trackName":"Get Me Home (edit)","artistName":"Foxy Brown","albumName":"Get Me Home  (single)","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\nFirm biz, what is, Blackstreet\nNa Na, steady rise, peep this out\n(Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n(*gotta get you home*)\n\nVerse One:\n\nHold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\nGets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\nIn the six drop boo and it don't stop\nSee money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\nFlirt-in cause I, digs you like that\nPeep baby boy style, hopin we match\nYou sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\nIt said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\nI could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\nPlus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\nI don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\nMeet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\nWhisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\nI'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\nWhen it's all said and done I got plans for you\nHe said (gotta get you home tonight)\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nOooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\nGotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOooooh baby, ohhhh\nGotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n\nVerse Two: Foxy Brown\n\nAt the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\nGettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\nYou tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\nJackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\nAnd his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\nMind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\nBreasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\nTwist my body like the Excorist, hey\nThe way he licked his lips he was mackin\nTrue thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\nNever mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\nor the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\nMarry who? Daddy please\nI'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\nSo let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\nWhen it's all said and done I got plans for you\nHe said (oh bay-beeee)\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nOoooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nGotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOoooooh baby, baby I need you\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nRight here\n\nVerse Three: Foxy Brown\n\nGrabbed me by the hand and led the way\nOutside of the club talkin to Valet\nMind started to stray, million miles away\nContemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\nJumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\nAs he threw on Blacksteet casually\nAnd we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\nI sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\nTa-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\nlike Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\nI thought for a second and then my mind went\nSex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\nBack to Reality, the Soul II Soul\nBreathin heavily but still in control\nWants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\nWith sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nTonight baby\nOoooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nWhatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOoooooh baby, do it for you baby\nI need it in my life\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nAyyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\nGotta get you home with me tonight\n*etc.*","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.42] [Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\n[00:05.59] \n[00:09.48] Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet\n[00:15.66] Na Na, steady rise, peep this out\n[00:19.04] (Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n[00:22.46] (*gotta get you home*)\n[00:23.71] Verse One:\n[00:24.56] Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\n[00:27.08] Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\n[00:29.76] In the six drop boo and it don't stop\n[00:32.25] See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n[00:34.43] 'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\n[00:36.94] Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that\n[00:39.50] Peep baby boy style, hopin we match\n[00:42.18] You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\n[00:44.34] It said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\n[00:46.89] I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\n[00:49.53] Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\n[00:52.18] I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\n[00:54.31] Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\n[00:57.06] Whisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\n[00:59.75] I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\n[01:01.96] When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n[01:04.52] He said (gotta get you home tonight)\n[01:08.05] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[01:10.03] Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\n[01:13.62] Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[01:17.44] Oooooh baby, ohhhh\n[01:21.10] Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n[01:23.80] Verse Two: Foxy Brown\n[01:24.61] At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\n[01:26.82] Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\n[01:29.53] You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\n[01:32.09] Jackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\n[01:34.68] And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\n[01:36.87] Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\n[01:39.35] Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\n[01:42.80] Twist my body like the Excorist, hey\n[01:44.83] The way he licked his lips he was mackin\n[01:46.74] True thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\n[01:50.06] Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\n[01:52.09] or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n[01:54.78] Marry who? Daddy please\n[01:56.60] I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n[01:59.19] So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n[02:02.06] When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n[02:04.74] He said (oh bay-beeee)\n[02:08.09] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[02:08.99] Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n[02:11.03] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[02:13.30] Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[02:15.16] Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n[02:18.69] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[02:20.87] Right here\n[02:22.69] Verse Three: Foxy Brown\n[02:24.64] Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n[02:27.10] Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n[02:29.41] Mind started to stray, million miles away\n[02:31.99] Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n[02:34.71] Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n[02:37.32] As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n[02:39.30] And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n[02:41.94] I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n[02:44.65] Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n[02:46.60] like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n[02:49.42] I thought for a second and then my mind went\n[02:52.12] Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n[02:54.75] Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n[02:57.12] Breathin heavily but still in control\n[02:59.46] Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n[03:02.10] With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n[03:04.19] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[03:05.15] Tonight baby\n[03:06.98] Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n[03:10.09] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:12.25] Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[03:14.74] Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n[03:19.34] I need it in my life\n[03:21.34] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:22.94] Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n[03:28.68] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:31.04] *etc.*\n[03:31.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Get Me Home (edit)\n  artist: Foxy Brown\n  album: Get Me Home  (single)\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Foxy] Yeah... 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(ahhh *echoes*)\n  Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet\n  Na Na, steady rise, peep this out\n  (Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n  (*gotta get you home*)\n\n  Verse One:\n\n  Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\n  Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\n  In the six drop boo and it don't stop\n  See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n  'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\n  Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that\n  Peep baby boy style, hopin we match\n  You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\n  It said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\n  I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\n  Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\n  I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\n  Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\n  Whisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\n  I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\n  When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  He said (gotta get you home tonight)\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Oooooh baby, ohhhh\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n\n  Verse Two: Foxy Brown\n\n  At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\n  Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\n  You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\n  Jackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\n  And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\n  Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\n  Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\n  Twist my body like the Excorist, hey\n  The way he licked his lips he was mackin\n  True thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\n  Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\n  or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n  Marry who? Daddy please\n  I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n  So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n  When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  He said (oh bay-beeee)\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Right here\n\n  Verse Three: Foxy Brown\n\n  Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n  Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n  Mind started to stray, million miles away\n  Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n  Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n  As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n  And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n  I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n  Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n  like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n  I thought for a second and then my mind went\n  Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n  Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n  Breathin heavily but still in control\n  Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n  With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Tonight baby\n  Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n  I need it in my life\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  *etc.*\n"},{"id":11430980,"name":"Get Me Home","trackName":"Get Me Home","artistName":"Foxy Brown Featuring Blackstreet","albumName":"Get Me Home","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah (ahhh)\nFirm biz, what is, Blackstreet\nNa Na, steady rise, peep this out\n(Oooh, (bab-bayyy), gotta get you home with me tonight)\n(Gotta get you home)\n\nHold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\nGets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\nIn the six drop boo and it don't stop\nSee money lookin' alright, yeah what up Pop\n'Cross the room throwin' signals I'm throwin' 'em back\nFlirt-in cause I, digs you like that\nPeep baby boy style, hopin' we match\nYou sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\nIt said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\nI could tell by the jewels you go for the ice\nPlus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\nI don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\nMeet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\nWhisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\nI'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\nWhen it's all said and done I got plans for you\n\nHe said (gotta get you home tonight)\nOooooh baby (gotta get you home with me)\nGotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOooooh baby, ohhhh\nGotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n\nAt the bar high-post, frontin', I toast\nGettin' my flirt on, playa, ain't nothin'\nYou tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\nJackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\nAnd his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\nMind tellin' me no, body tellin' me exit\nBreasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\nTwist my body like the Excorist, hey\nThe way he licked his lips he was mackin'\nTrue thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashing\"\nNever mind him, he ain't thinkin' 'bout you\nOr the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\nMarry who? Daddy please\nI'm takin' it all from the stash to the keys\nSo let me see, boo I'm 'bout to dead my mans for you\nWhen it's all said and done I got plans for you\n\nHe said (oh bay-beeee)\nOoooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nGotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOoooooh baby, baby I need you\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nRight here\n\nGrabbed me by the hand and led the way\nOutside of the club talkin' to Valet\nMind started to stray, million miles away\nContemplatin' goin back to his crib to par-lay\nJumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\nAs he threw on Blacksteet casually\nAnd we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\nI sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\nTa-Ta's perkin', You're makin' me high\nLike Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\nI thought for a second and then my mind went\nSex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\nBack to Reality, the Soul II Soul\nBreathin' heavily but still in control\nWants the shy girl role, put my hand on his leg\nWith sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\nTonight baby\nOoooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nWhatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOoooooh baby, do it for you baby\nI need it in my life\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nAyyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nOooooh baby\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nOooooh baby","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.50] Yeah (ahhh)\n[00:03.98] \n[00:10.13] Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet\n[00:13.37] Na Na, steady rise, peep this out\n[00:17.66] (Oooh, (bab-bayyy), gotta get you home with me tonight)\n[00:21.76] (Gotta get you home)\n[00:23.21] Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\n[00:26.14] Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\n[00:28.62] In the six drop boo and it don't stop\n[00:31.17] See money lookin' alright, yeah what up Pop\n[00:33.61] 'Cross the room throwin' signals I'm throwin' 'em back\n[00:35.95] Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that\n[00:38.78] Peep baby boy style, hopin' we match\n[00:40.93] You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\n[00:43.49] It said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\n[00:46.25] I could tell by the jewels you go for the ice\n[00:48.76] Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\n[00:51.21] I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\n[00:53.78] Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\n[00:56.47] Whisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\n[00:58.79] I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\n[01:01.01] When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n[01:02.70] He said (gotta get you home tonight)\n[01:04.12] Oooooh baby (gotta get you home with me)\n[01:09.19] Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[01:13.97] Oooooh baby, ohhhh\n[01:18.92] Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n[01:23.53] At the bar high-post, frontin', I toast\n[01:26.35] Gettin' my flirt on, playa, ain't nothin'\n[01:28.50] You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\n[01:31.11] Jackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\n[01:33.84] And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\n[01:36.20] Mind tellin' me no, body tellin' me exit\n[01:38.94] Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\n[01:41.42] Twist my body like the Excorist, hey\n[01:43.97] The way he licked his lips he was mackin'\n[01:46.01] True thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashing\"\n[01:48.83] Never mind him, he ain't thinkin' 'bout you\n[01:51.32] Or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n[01:54.03] Marry who? Daddy please\n[01:55.71] I'm takin' it all from the stash to the keys\n[01:58.44] So let me see, boo I'm 'bout to dead my mans for you\n[02:00.98] When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n[02:02.50] He said (oh bay-beeee)\n[02:04.88] Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n[02:09.08] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[02:12.75] Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[02:15.94] Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n[02:20.39] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[02:21.74] Right here\n[02:24.01] Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n[02:26.00] Outside of the club talkin' to Valet\n[02:28.65] Mind started to stray, million miles away\n[02:30.92] Contemplatin' goin back to his crib to par-lay\n[02:33.62] Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n[02:36.44] As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n[02:38.48] And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n[02:41.44] I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n[02:43.98] Ta-Ta's perkin', You're makin' me 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mind him, he ain't thinkin' 'bout you\n  Or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n  Marry who? Daddy please\n  I'm takin' it all from the stash to the keys\n  So let me see, boo I'm 'bout to dead my mans for you\n  When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n\n  He said (oh bay-beeee)\n  Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Right here\n\n  Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n  Outside of the club talkin' to Valet\n  Mind started to stray, million miles away\n  Contemplatin' goin back to his crib to par-lay\n  Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n  As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n  And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n  I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n  Ta-Ta's perkin', You're makin' me high\n  Like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n  I thought for a second and then my mind went\n  Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n  Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n  Breathin' heavily but still in control\n  Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his leg\n  With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n  Tonight baby\n  Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n  I need it in my life\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Oooooh baby\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Oooooh baby\n"},{"id":32062938,"name":"The Promise","trackName":"The Promise","artistName":"Foxy Brown","albumName":"Get Me Home","duration":263.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Foxy] Uhh, uh-huh, Firm\n[Havoc] Infamous\n[Foxy] The Brook-lyn, Q-B\n\n*Chorus*\n[Foxy] My mind is the drama, that got me lookin back\n[Both] constant\n[Foxy] Some Don shit, Foxy, get ready to\n[Both] bomb shit\n[Foxy] Blink a eye, missed the comment\nThe calmest, it's not a threat, it's a promise, yeah\n\nVerse One: Foxy Brown\n\nWho be the, mahogany, mami, the slanted eyes\nHold it down, Boogie Fox, you bitch niggaz strip\nYou web niggaz dead on, get fucked and wet on\nShitted on, I want a low, fuckin wit Don\nLike Ronald, thirty inch, fortistrano\nMill-ion, sophisticado, ill movado\nThe Firm's baby girl, my fam be my whole world\nIt figures, cause she'd die for them niggaz\nDoe or Die status, ma-ma be the baddest\nFrom Brook-lyn to Queensbrige, it's pure Havoc, Havoc\nWe on a job, fuckin wit Mobb\nThey had the drop on em, the slanted eyes peep the rocks on em\nHe kinda jig, and he bubblin big\nDig a hole holdin, so's watch his cash start foldin\nAnd bet though, twenty G craps wet though\nNas you shoulda seen the nigga jet though\nHad it on blast, shoulda seen me shakin all of my ass\nOf course me, I threw the gas, thug nigga turnin real saucy\nFirm lay low I'ma play if you say so\nSo stay close like I'm bout to twist babe bro\nI laid it down, went a couple of rounds, and tried to flaunt him\nI threw it on him, now he's right where I want him\n\nVerse Two: Havoc\n\nGot my mind in crooked ways\nSaturated up in Alize, you ain't a threat nigga\nSo get big nigga baby girl crossin over send your soldiers\nToucha fuck a rusher, this world is colder\nLike a, day in December 25th Son I got gift\nFrom monkey, motherfuckers, that wanna rip\nGet your shit split, pushed back, grill that ass don't look back\nRespect this, like a Lexus repo man I took that\nFive cats to death dog, like shop I'm gonna set more\nHandwritten obituaries vocal through my chords\nLights out... just pull the nines out\nLet's find out, pointin shook ones, they pointin dimes out\nIt ain't hard, straight up and down, you get your deck pulled\nMy hand is full, of fake niggaz I position\nExpensive intuition fuck a rap competition\nGat expo, get a grip and never let go\nThe tet blows, the rapper Noyd said, \"That ass is wet though\"\nTriple P, paranoid plus petrol\nScared to death, put the pedal to the metal\nGhetto connections, Audi 4, take your section\nYou only get once chance, ain't no second guessin\nWe blessin, peepin your style, them never testin\nLessons of life walk the night witcha weapon\n\n*Chorus reversed, Havoc takes the main and Foxy joins in\nStarts with \"Son it's the drama\" instead*\n\nVerse Three: Foxy Brown\n\nFox Boogs, whattup, they get the jack, what the fuck\nLucked up, the thug nigga took a L nigga bitched up\nThe snake niggaz slither like Jake, ain't all great\nAin't no threat Dunn, fuckin with them niggaz that's fake\nThey got though, pushin a 850 auto, they sayin nada\nThey know The Firm gettin nachoes\nCheddar like whatever, I see money frontin in the Land\nI got him, I got me a fuck and his man\nMurderous mami, I threw the kiss, he was hist'\nOooh, shoulda seen that ill Roley on his wrist\nIt seem like he fuckin wit cream somethin mean\nYou'll be straight with his eight, and dead him on all his heron\nRealistically, papi, is history, mami\nI got this, chill Pa Pa, let me rock this\nI'm fuckin wit fours to cock this, let me plot this\nIce he nuttin nice, if he front, take his life\nAt the Shark Bar, fuckin wit Duke, him and his mans\nReally frontin boo, got him the red velour Filas too\nHere come my niggaz now in the black Hummer stuntin\nYeah that's The Firm, jig the fuck up and body sumpin\nWhattup now Duke, his eyes cried from the inside\nI seen all of his fears cause he about to fry\nHe looked at me, through his right eye, was like\n\"Mami why?\" I felt fucked up, I can't lie\nHe was shook, 'Mega opened his chest, ain't nuttin left\nBut the sky blue Land, and that niggaz last breath\nLast breath...\n\n*Chorus, Foxy alone all parts* (repeat 2X)\n\nYeah, it's not a threat\nUhh, Mobb Deep, Havoc, and Foxy\nDuo, uhh, sick to death baby\nFirm, Escobar 600, Sosa, Mega, Ice\nGrand Wiz where you at baby?\nQueensbridge, Don 'pu\nThe whole Brook-lyn, pretty boy","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.09] [Foxy] Uhh, uh-huh, Firm\n[00:05.02] [Havoc] Infamous\n[00:07.03] [Foxy] The Brook-lyn, Q-B\n[00:09.08] *Chorus*\n[00:10.15] [Foxy] My mind is the drama, that got me lookin back\n[00:12.04] [Both] constant\n[00:13.00] [Foxy] Some Don shit, Foxy, get ready to\n[00:14.19] [Both] bomb shit\n[00:16.12] [Foxy] Blink a eye, missed the comment\n[00:17.19] The calmest, it's not a threat, it's a promise, yeah\n[00:19.16] Verse One: Foxy Brown\n[00:20.12] Who be the, mahogany, mami, the slanted eyes\n[00:22.11] Hold it down, Boogie Fox, you bitch niggaz strip\n[00:25.12] You web niggaz dead on, get fucked and wet on\n[00:28.29] Shitted on, I want a low, fuckin wit Don\n[00:30.17] Like Ronald, thirty inch, fortistrano\n[00:32.25] Mill-ion, sophisticado, ill movado\n[00:35.24] The Firm's baby girl, my fam be my whole world\n[00:38.22] It figures, cause she'd die for them niggaz\n[00:40.25] Doe or Die status, ma-ma be the baddest\n[00:43.20] From Brook-lyn to Queensbrige, it's pure Havoc, Havoc\n[00:46.28] We on a job, fuckin wit Mobb\n[00:48.26] They had the drop on em, the slanted eyes peep the rocks on em\n[00:51.28] He kinda jig, and he bubblin big\n[00:53.34] Dig a hole holdin, so's watch his cash start foldin\n[00:56.38] And bet though, twenty G craps wet though\n[00:58.42] Nas you shoulda seen the nigga jet though\n[01:00.45] Had it on blast, shoulda seen me shakin all of my ass\n[01:03.46] Of course me, I threw the gas, thug nigga turnin real saucy\n[01:06.41] Firm lay low I'ma play if you say so\n[01:08.46] So stay close like I'm bout to twist babe bro\n[01:11.55] I laid it down, went a couple of rounds, and tried to flaunt him\n[01:14.53] I threw it on him, now he's right where I want him\n[01:16.49] Verse Two: Havoc\n[01:17.54] Got my mind in crooked ways\n[01:18.59] Saturated up in Alize, you ain't a threat nigga\n[01:21.53] So get big nigga baby girl crossin over send your soldiers\n[01:23.64] Toucha fuck a rusher, this world is colder\n[01:26.68] Like a, day in December 25th Son I got gift\n[01:28.65] From monkey, motherfuckers, that wanna rip\n[01:31.63] Get your shit split, pushed back, grill that ass don't look back\n[01:34.73] Respect this, like a Lexus repo man I took that\n[01:36.78] Five cats to death dog, like shop I'm gonna set more\n[01:39.75] Handwritten obituaries vocal through my chords\n[01:41.85] Lights out... just pull the nines out\n[01:44.87] Let's find out, pointin shook ones, they pointin dimes out\n[01:46.82] It ain't hard, straight up and down, you get your deck pulled\n[01:49.81] My hand is full, of fake niggaz I position\n[01:51.81] Expensive intuition fuck a rap competition\n[01:54.84] Gat expo, get a grip and never let go\n[01:56.96] The tet blows, the rapper Noyd said, \"That ass is wet though\"\n[01:59.92] Triple P, paranoid plus petrol\n[02:01.92] Scared to death, put the pedal to the metal\n[02:04.93] Ghetto connections, Audi 4, take your section\n[02:07.91] You only get once chance, ain't no second guessin\n[02:10.07] We blessin, peepin your style, them never testin\n[02:13.02] Lessons of life walk the night witcha weapon\n[02:15.03] *Chorus reversed, Havoc takes the main and Foxy joins in\n[02:16.13] Starts with \"Son it's the drama\" instead*\n[02:18.18] Verse Three: Foxy Brown\n[02:25.15] Fox Boogs, whattup, they get the jack, what the fuck\n[02:27.20] Lucked up, the thug nigga took a L nigga bitched up\n[02:30.15] The snake niggaz slither like Jake, ain't all great\n[02:33.29] Ain't no threat Dunn, fuckin with them niggaz that's fake\n[02:35.27] They got though, pushin a 850 auto, they sayin nada\n[02:38.28] They know The Firm gettin nachoes\n[02:40.28] Cheddar like whatever, I see money frontin in the Land\n[02:43.20] I got him, I got me a fuck and his man\n[02:45.33] Murderous mami, I threw the kiss, he was hist'\n[02:48.37] Oooh, shoulda seen that ill Roley on his wrist\n[02:50.46] It seem like he fuckin wit cream somethin mean\n[02:53.46] You'll be straight with his eight, and dead him on all his heron\n[02:56.41] Realistically, papi, is history, mami\n[02:58.54] I got this, chill Pa Pa, let me rock this\n[03:01.52] I'm fuckin wit fours to cock this, let me plot this\n[03:03.57] Ice he nuttin nice, if he front, take his life\n[03:05.51] At the Shark Bar, fuckin wit Duke, him and his mans\n[03:08.55] Really frontin boo, got him the red velour Filas too\n[03:11.68] Here come my niggaz now in the black Hummer stuntin\n[03:14.63] Yeah that's The Firm, jig the fuck up and body sumpin\n[03:16.79] Whattup now Duke, his eyes cried from the inside\n[03:19.75] I seen all of his fears cause he about to fry\n[03:21.86] He looked at me, through his right eye, was like\n[03:23.81] \"Mami why?\" I felt fucked up, I can't lie\n[03:25.88] He was shook, 'Mega opened his chest, ain't nuttin left\n[03:28.87] But the sky blue Land, and that niggaz last breath\n[03:31.89] Last breath...\n[03:33.81] *Chorus, Foxy alone all parts* (repeat 2X)\n[03:53.90] Yeah, it's not a threat\n[03:55.92] Uhh, Mobb Deep, Havoc, and Foxy\n[04:00.99] Duo, uhh, sick to death baby\n[04:04.96] Firm, Escobar 600, Sosa, Mega, Ice\n[04:11.02] Grand Wiz where you at baby?\n[04:13.03] Queensbridge, Don 'pu\n[04:16.05] The whole Brook-lyn, pretty boy\n[04:18.10] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Promise\n  artist: Foxy Brown\n  album: Get Me Home\n  duration_ms: 263000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Foxy] Uhh, uh-huh, Firm'\n  start_ms: 1090\n  end_ms: 5020\n- text: '[Havoc] Infamous'\n  start_ms: 5020\n  end_ms: 7030\n- text: '[Foxy] The Brook-lyn, Q-B'\n  start_ms: 7030\n  end_ms: 9080\n- text: '*Chorus*'\n  start_ms: 9080\n  end_ms: 10150\n- text: '[Foxy] My mind is the drama, that got me lookin back'\n  start_ms: 10150\n  end_ms: 12040\n- text: '[Both] constant'\n  start_ms: 12040\n  end_ms: 13000\n- text: '[Foxy] Some Don shit, Foxy, get ready to'\n  start_ms: 13000\n  end_ms: 14190\n- text: '[Both] bomb 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bubblin big\n  Dig a hole holdin, so's watch his cash start foldin\n  And bet though, twenty G craps wet though\n  Nas you shoulda seen the nigga jet though\n  Had it on blast, shoulda seen me shakin all of my ass\n  Of course me, I threw the gas, thug nigga turnin real saucy\n  Firm lay low I'ma play if you say so\n  So stay close like I'm bout to twist babe bro\n  I laid it down, went a couple of rounds, and tried to flaunt him\n  I threw it on him, now he's right where I want him\n\n  Verse Two: Havoc\n\n  Got my mind in crooked ways\n  Saturated up in Alize, you ain't a threat nigga\n  So get big nigga baby girl crossin over send your soldiers\n  Toucha fuck a rusher, this world is colder\n  Like a, day in December 25th Son I got gift\n  From monkey, motherfuckers, that wanna rip\n  Get your shit split, pushed back, grill that ass don't look back\n  Respect this, like a Lexus repo man I took that\n  Five cats to death dog, like shop I'm gonna set more\n  Handwritten obituaries 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Dunn, fuckin with them niggaz that's fake\n  They got though, pushin a 850 auto, they sayin nada\n  They know The Firm gettin nachoes\n  Cheddar like whatever, I see money frontin in the Land\n  I got him, I got me a fuck and his man\n  Murderous mami, I threw the kiss, he was hist'\n  Oooh, shoulda seen that ill Roley on his wrist\n  It seem like he fuckin wit cream somethin mean\n  You'll be straight with his eight, and dead him on all his heron\n  Realistically, papi, is history, mami\n  I got this, chill Pa Pa, let me rock this\n  I'm fuckin wit fours to cock this, let me plot this\n  Ice he nuttin nice, if he front, take his life\n  At the Shark Bar, fuckin wit Duke, him and his mans\n  Really frontin boo, got him the red velour Filas too\n  Here come my niggaz now in the black Hummer stuntin\n  Yeah that's The Firm, jig the fuck up and body sumpin\n  Whattup now Duke, his eyes cried from the inside\n  I seen all of his fears cause he about to fry\n  He looked at me, through his 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The slanted eyes\nHold it down, boogie Fox, you bitch niggaz strip\nYou web niggaz dead on, get fucked an' wet on\nShitted on, I want a low, fuckin' wit don\n\nLike Ronald, thirty inch, Fortistrano\nMillion, sophisticado, illy movado\nThe Firm's baby girl, my fam be my whole world\nIt figures 'cause she'd die for them niggaz\n\nDoe or die status, mama be the baddest\nFrom Brooklyn to Queensbridge, it's pure havoc, havoc\nWe on a job, fuckin' wit Mobb\nThey had the drop on 'em, the slanted eyes peep the rocks on 'em\n\nHe kinda jig an' he bubblin' big\nDig a hole holdin', So's, watch his cash start foldin'\nAn' bet though, twenty G craps wet though\nNas, you shoulda seen the nigga jet though\n\nHad it on blast, shoulda seen me shakin' all of my ass\nOf course, me, I threw the gas, thug nigga, turnin' real saucy\nFirm lay low, I'ma play if you say so\nSo stay close like I'm 'bout to twist babe, bro\nI laid it down, went a couple of rounds an' tried to flaunt him\nI threw it on him, now he's right where I want him\n\nGot my mind in crooked ways\nSaturated up in alize, you ain't a threat, nigga\nSo get big, nigga, baby girl, crossin' over, send your soldiers\nToucha, fuck a rusher, this world is colder\n\nLike a day in December 25th, son, I got gift\nFrom monkey motherfuckers, that wanna rip\nGet your shit split, pushed back, grill that ass don't look back\nRespect this, like a Lexus repo man, I took that\n\nFive cats to death, dog, like shop, I'm gonna set more\nHandwritten obituaries, vocal through my chords\nLights out, just pull the nines out\nLet's find out, pointin' shook ones, they pointin' dimes out\n\nIt ain't hard, straight up an' down, you get your deck pulled\nMy hand is full of fake niggaz, I position\nExpensive intuition, fuck a rap competition\nGat expo, get a grip an' never let go\n\nThe tec blows, the rapper Noyd said that ass is wet though\nTriple P, paranoid, plus petrol\nScared to death, put the pedal to the metal\nGhetto connections, Audi 4, take your section\n\nYou only get once chance, ain't no second guessin'\nWe blessin', peepin' your style, them never testin'\nLessons of life, walk the night witcha weapon\n\nSon, it's the drama that got me lookin' back constant\nSome don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit\nBlink a eye, missed the comment\nThe calmest, it's not a threat, it's a promise, yeah\n\nFox Boogs, whattup? They get the jack, what the fuck?\nLucked up, the thug nigga took a L, nigga bitched up\nThe snake niggaz slither like Jake, it all great\nAin't no threat done, fuckin' with them niggaz that's fake\n\nThey got though, pushin' a 850 auto, they sayin' nada\nThey know the Firm gettin' nachos\nCheddar like whatever, I see money frontin' in the land\nI got him, I got me a fuck an' his man\n\nMurderous, mami, I threw the kiss, he was hist\nOoh, shoulda seen that ill Roley on his wrist\nIt seem like he fuckin' wit cream, somethin' mean\nYou'll be straight with his eight an' dead him on all his heroin\n\nRealistically, papi is history, mami\nI got this, chill, papa, let me rock this\nI'm fuckin' wit fours to cock this, let me plot this\nIce, he nuttin' nice, if he front, take his life\n\nAt the shark bar, fuckin' wit duke, him an' his mans\nReally frontin', boo, got him the red velor, Filas too\nHere come my niggaz now, in the black Hummer stuntin'\nYeah, that's the Firm, jig the fuck up an' body sumpin'\n\nWhattup now, duke? His eyes cried from the inside\nI seen all of his fears 'cause he about to fry\nHe looked at me, through his right eye\nWas like, \"Mami, why?\", I felt fucked up, I can't lie\n\nHe was shook, Mega opened his chest, ain't nuttin' left\nBut the sky blue land an' that nigga's last breath\nLast breath\n\nMy mind is the drama that got me lookin' back constant\nSome don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit\nBlink a eye, missed the comment\nThe calmest, it's not a threat, it's a promise\n\nMy mind is the drama that got me lookin' back constant\nSome don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit\nBlink a eye, missed the comment\nThe calmest, it's not a threat, it's a promise\n\nYeah, it's not a threat, Mobb Deep\nHavoc an' Foxy duo, sick to death, baby\nFirm, Escobar 600, Sosa, Mega, Ice\nGrand Wiz, where you at, baby?\nQueensbridge, Don Pu, the whole Brooklyn, pretty boy","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.59] Firm, Infamous, Brooklyn, Q B\n[00:10.40] My mind is the drama that got me lookin' back constant\n[00:12.82] Some don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit\n[00:15.64] Blink a eye, missed the comment\n[00:17.29] The calmest, it's not a threat, it's a promise, yeah\n[00:20.15] Who be the mahogany, mami? 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The slanted eyes\n  Hold it down, boogie Fox, you bitch niggaz strip\n  You web niggaz dead on, get fucked an' wet on\n  Shitted on, I want a low, fuckin' wit don\n\n  Like Ronald, thirty inch, Fortistrano\n  Million, sophisticado, illy movado\n  The Firm's baby girl, my fam be my whole world\n  It figures 'cause she'd die for them niggaz\n\n  Doe or die status, mama be the baddest\n  From Brooklyn to Queensbridge, it's pure havoc, havoc\n  We on a job, fuckin' wit Mobb\n  They had the drop on 'em, the slanted eyes peep the rocks on 'em\n\n  He kinda jig an' he bubblin' big\n  Dig a hole holdin', So's, watch his cash start foldin'\n  An' bet though, twenty G craps wet though\n  Nas, you shoulda seen the nigga jet though\n\n  Had it on blast, shoulda seen me shakin' all of my ass\n  Of course, me, I threw the gas, thug nigga, turnin' real saucy\n  Firm lay low, I'ma play if you say so\n  So stay close like I'm 'bout to twist babe, bro\n  I laid it down, went a couple of rounds an' tried to flaunt him\n  I threw it on him, now he's right where I want him\n\n  Got my mind in crooked ways\n  Saturated up in alize, you ain't a threat, nigga\n  So get big, nigga, baby girl, crossin' over, send your soldiers\n  Toucha, fuck a rusher, this world is colder\n\n  Like a day in December 25th, son, I got gift\n  From monkey motherfuckers, that wanna rip\n  Get your shit split, pushed back, grill that ass don't look back\n  Respect this, like a Lexus repo man, I took that\n\n  Five cats to death, dog, like shop, I'm gonna set more\n  Handwritten obituaries, vocal through my chords\n  Lights out, just pull the nines out\n  Let's find out, pointin' shook ones, they pointin' dimes out\n\n  It ain't hard, straight up an' down, you get your deck pulled\n  My hand is full of fake niggaz, I position\n  Expensive intuition, fuck a rap competition\n  Gat expo, get a grip an' never let go\n\n  The tec blows, the rapper Noyd said that ass is wet though\n  Triple P, paranoid, plus petrol\n  Scared to death, put the pedal to the metal\n  Ghetto connections, Audi 4, take your section\n\n  You only get once chance, ain't no second guessin'\n  We blessin', peepin' your style, them never testin'\n  Lessons of life, walk the night witcha weapon\n\n  Son, it's the drama that got me lookin' back constant\n  Some don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit\n  Blink a eye, missed the comment\n  The calmest, it's not a threat, it's a promise, yeah\n\n  Fox Boogs, whattup? They get the jack, what the fuck?\n  Lucked up, the thug nigga took a L, nigga bitched up\n  The snake niggaz slither like Jake, it all great\n  Ain't no threat done, fuckin' with them niggaz that's fake\n\n  They got though, pushin' a 850 auto, they sayin' nada\n  They know the Firm gettin' nachos\n  Cheddar like whatever, I see money frontin' in the land\n  I got him, I got me a fuck an' his man\n\n  Murderous, mami, I threw the kiss, he was hist\n  Ooh, shoulda seen that ill Roley on his wrist\n  It seem like he fuckin' wit cream, somethin' mean\n  You'll be straight with his eight an' dead him on all his heroin\n\n  Realistically, papi is history, mami\n  I got this, chill, papa, let me rock this\n  I'm fuckin' wit fours to cock this, let me plot this\n  Ice, he nuttin' nice, if he front, take his life\n\n  At the shark bar, fuckin' wit duke, him an' his mans\n  Really frontin', boo, got him the red velor, Filas too\n  Here come my niggaz now, in the black Hummer stuntin'\n  Yeah, that's the Firm, jig the fuck up an' body sumpin'\n\n  Whattup now, duke? His eyes cried from the inside\n  I seen all of his fears 'cause he about to fry\n  He looked at me, through his right eye\n  Was like, \"Mami, why?\", I felt fucked up, I can't lie\n\n  He was shook, Mega opened his chest, ain't nuttin' left\n  But the sky blue land an' that nigga's last breath\n  Last breath\n\n  My mind is the drama that got me lookin' back constant\n  Some don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit\n  Blink a eye, missed the comment\n  The calmest, it's not a threat, it's a promise\n\n  My mind is the drama that got me lookin' back constant\n  Some don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit\n  Blink a eye, missed the comment\n  The calmest, it's not a threat, it's a promise\n\n  Yeah, it's not a threat, Mobb Deep\n  Havoc an' Foxy duo, sick to death, baby\n  Firm, Escobar 600, Sosa, Mega, Ice\n  Grand Wiz, where you at, baby?\n  Queensbridge, Don Pu, the whole Brooklyn, pretty boy\n"},{"id":34233510,"name":"The Promise (LP version)","trackName":"The Promise (LP version)","artistName":"Foxy Brown","albumName":"Get Me Home  (single)","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Firm, Infamous, Brooklyn, Q B\n\nMy mind is the drama that got me lookin' back constant\nSome don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit\nBlink a eye, missed the comment\nThe calmest, it's not a threat, it's a promise, yeah\n\nWho be the mahogany, mami? The slanted eyes\nHold it down, boogie Fox, you bitch niggaz strip\nYou web niggaz dead on, get fucked an' wet on\nShitted on, I want a low, fuckin' wit don\n\nLike Ronald, thirty inch, Fortistrano\nMillion, sophisticado, illy movado\nThe Firm's baby girl, my fam be my whole world\nIt figures 'cause she'd die for them niggaz\n\nDoe or die status, mama be the baddest\nFrom Brooklyn to Queensbridge, it's pure havoc, havoc\nWe on a job, fuckin' wit Mobb\nThey had the drop on 'em, the slanted eyes peep the rocks on 'em\n\nHe kinda jig an' he bubblin' big\nDig a hole holdin', So's, watch his cash start foldin'\nAn' bet though, twenty G craps wet though\nNas, you shoulda seen the nigga jet though\n\nHad it on blast, shoulda seen me shakin' all of my ass\nOf course, me, I threw the gas, thug nigga, turnin' real saucy\nFirm lay low, I'ma play if you say so\nSo stay close like I'm 'bout to twist babe, bro\nI laid it down, went a couple of rounds an' tried to flaunt him\nI threw it on him, now he's right where I want him\n\nGot my mind in crooked ways\nSaturated up in alize, you ain't a threat, nigga\nSo get big, nigga, baby girl, crossin' over, send your soldiers\nToucha, fuck a rusher, this world is colder\n\nLike a day in December 25th, son, I got gift\nFrom monkey motherfuckers, that wanna rip\nGet your shit split, pushed back, grill that ass don't look back\nRespect this, like a Lexus repo man, I took that\n\nFive cats to death, dog, like shop, I'm gonna set more\nHandwritten obituaries, vocal through my chords\nLights out, just pull the nines out\nLet's find out, pointin' shook ones, they pointin' dimes out\n\nIt ain't hard, straight up an' down, you get your deck pulled\nMy hand is full of fake niggaz, I position\nExpensive intuition, fuck a rap competition\nGat expo, get a grip an' never let go\n\nThe tec blows, the rapper Noyd said that ass is wet though\nTriple P, paranoid, plus petrol\nScared to death, put the pedal to the metal\nGhetto connections, Audi 4, take your section\n\nYou only get once chance, ain't no second guessin'\nWe blessin', peepin' your style, them never testin'\nLessons of life, walk the night witcha weapon\n\nSon, it's the drama that got me lookin' back constant\nSome don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit\nBlink a eye, missed the comment\nThe calmest, it's not a threat, it's a promise, yeah\n\nFox Boogs, whattup? They get the jack, what the fuck?\nLucked up, the thug nigga took a L, nigga bitched up\nThe snake niggaz slither like Jake, it all great\nAin't no threat done, fuckin' with them niggaz that's fake\n\nThey got though, pushin' a 850 auto, they sayin' nada\nThey know the Firm gettin' nachos\nCheddar like whatever, I see money frontin' in the land\nI got him, I got me a fuck an' his man\n\nMurderous, mami, I threw the kiss, he was hist\nOoh, shoulda seen that ill Roley on his wrist\nIt seem like he fuckin' wit cream, somethin' mean\nYou'll be straight with his eight an' dead him on all his heroin\n\nRealistically, papi is history, mami\nI got this, chill, papa, let me rock this\nI'm fuckin' wit fours to cock this, let me plot this\nIce, he nuttin' nice, if he front, take his life\n\nAt the shark bar, fuckin' wit duke, him an' his mans\nReally frontin', boo, got him the red velor, Filas too\nHere come my niggaz now, in the black Hummer stuntin'\nYeah, that's the Firm, jig the fuck up an' body sumpin'\n\nWhattup now, duke? His eyes cried from the inside\nI seen all of his fears 'cause he about to fry\nHe looked at me, through his right eye\nWas like, \"Mami, why?\", I felt fucked up, I can't lie\n\nHe was shook, Mega opened his chest, ain't nuttin' left\nBut the sky blue land an' that nigga's last breath\nLast breath\n\nMy mind is the drama that got me lookin' back constant\nSome don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit\nBlink a eye, missed the comment\nThe calmest, it's not a threat, it's a promise\n\nMy mind is the drama that got me lookin' back constant\nSome don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit\nBlink a eye, missed the comment\nThe calmest, it's not a threat, it's a promise\n\nYeah, it's not a threat, Mobb Deep\nHavoc an' Foxy duo, sick to death, baby\nFirm, Escobar 600, Sosa, Mega, Ice\nGrand Wiz, where you at, baby?\nQueensbridge, Don Pu, the whole Brooklyn, pretty boy","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.59] Firm, Infamous, Brooklyn, Q B\n[00:10.40] My mind is the drama that got me lookin' back constant\n[00:12.82] Some don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit\n[00:15.64] Blink a eye, missed the comment\n[00:17.29] The calmest, it's not a threat, it's a promise, yeah\n[00:20.15] Who be the mahogany, mami? The slanted eyes\n[00:23.25] Hold it down, boogie Fox, you bitch niggaz strip\n[00:25.10] You web niggaz dead on, get fucked an' wet on\n[00:28.39] Shitted on, I want a low, fuckin' wit don\n[00:30.53] Like Ronald, thirty inch, Fortistrano\n[00:33.68] Million, sophisticado, illy movado\n[00:35.55] The Firm's baby girl, my fam be my whole world\n[00:38.32] It figures 'cause she'd die for them niggaz\n[00:41.21] Doe or die status, mama be the baddest\n[00:43.32] From Brooklyn to Queensbridge, it's pure havoc, havoc\n[00:45.89] We on a job, fuckin' wit Mobb\n[00:48.68] They had the drop on 'em, the slanted eyes peep the rocks on 'em\n[00:51.15] He kinda jig an' he bubblin' big\n[00:53.64] Dig a hole holdin', So's, watch his cash start foldin'\n[00:56.62] An' bet though, twenty G craps wet though\n[00:59.06] Nas, you shoulda seen the nigga jet though\n[01:01.30] Had it on blast, shoulda seen me shakin' all of my ass\n[01:03.59] Of course, me, I threw the gas, thug nigga, turnin' real saucy\n[01:06.36] Firm lay low, I'ma play if you say so\n[01:08.89] So stay close like I'm 'bout to twist babe, bro\n[01:11.34] I laid it down, went a couple of rounds an' tried to flaunt him\n[01:14.58] I threw it on him, now he's right where I want him\n[01:16.92] Got my mind in crooked ways\n[01:18.56] Saturated up in alize, you ain't a threat, nigga\n[01:21.67] So get big, nigga, baby girl, crossin' over, send your soldiers\n[01:24.91] Toucha, fuck a rusher, this world is colder\n[01:26.96] Like a day in December 25th, son, I got gift\n[01:29.35] From monkey motherfuckers, that wanna rip\n[01:32.03] Get your shit split, pushed back, grill that ass don't look back\n[01:34.68] Respect this, like a Lexus repo man, I took that\n[01:37.25] Five cats to death, dog, like shop, I'm gonna set more\n[01:40.10] Handwritten obituaries, vocal through my chords\n[01:42.03] Lights out, just pull the nines out\n[01:44.64] Let's find out, pointin' shook ones, they pointin' dimes out\n[01:47.38] It ain't hard, straight up an' down, you get your deck pulled\n[01:49.75] My hand is full of fake niggaz, I position\n[01:52.63] Expensive intuition, fuck a rap competition\n[01:55.03] Gat expo, get a grip an' never let go\n[01:57.69] The tec blows, the rapper Noyd said that ass is wet though\n[02:00.05] Triple P, paranoid, plus petrol\n[02:02.36] Scared to death, put the pedal to the metal\n[02:05.47] Ghetto connections, Audi 4, take your section\n[02:07.62] You only get once chance, ain't no second guessin'\n[02:10.51] We blessin', peepin' your style, them never testin'\n[02:13.01] Lessons of life, walk the night witcha weapon\n[02:15.44] Son, it's the drama that got me lookin' back constant\n[02:17.66] Some don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit\n[02:20.52] Blink a eye, missed the comment\n[02:22.02] The calmest, it's not a threat, it's a promise, yeah\n[02:25.33] Fox Boogs, whattup? 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They get the jack, what the fuck?\n  Lucked up, the thug nigga took a L, nigga bitched up\n  The snake niggaz slither like Jake, it all great\n  Ain't no threat done, fuckin' with them niggaz that's fake\n\n  They got though, pushin' a 850 auto, they sayin' nada\n  They know the Firm gettin' nachos\n  Cheddar like whatever, I see money frontin' in the land\n  I got him, I got me a fuck an' his man\n\n  Murderous, mami, I threw the kiss, he was hist\n  Ooh, shoulda seen that ill Roley on his wrist\n  It seem like he fuckin' wit cream, somethin' mean\n  You'll be straight with his eight an' dead him on all his heroin\n\n  Realistically, papi is history, mami\n  I got this, chill, papa, let me rock this\n  I'm fuckin' wit fours to cock this, let me plot this\n  Ice, he nuttin' nice, if he front, take his life\n\n  At the shark bar, fuckin' wit duke, him an' his mans\n  Really frontin', boo, got him the red velor, Filas too\n  Here come my niggaz now, in the black Hummer stuntin'\n  Yeah, that's the Firm, jig the fuck up an' body sumpin'\n\n  Whattup now, duke? 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They get the jack, what the fuck?\nLucked up, the thug nigga took a L, nigga bitched up\nThe snake niggaz slither like Jake, it all great\nAin't no threat done, fuckin' with them niggaz that's fake\n\nThey got though, pushin' a 850 auto, they sayin' nada\nThey know the Firm gettin' nachos\nCheddar like whatever, I see money frontin' in the land\nI got him, I got me a fuck an' his man\n\nMurderous, mami, I threw the kiss, he was hist\nOoh, shoulda seen that ill Roley on his wrist\nIt seem like he fuckin' wit cream, somethin' mean\nYou'll be straight with his eight an' dead him on all his heroin\n\nRealistically, papi is history, mami\nI got this, chill, papa, let me rock this\nI'm fuckin' wit fours to cock this, let me plot this\nIce, he nuttin' nice, if he front, take his life\n\nAt the shark bar, fuckin' wit duke, him an' his mans\nReally frontin', boo, got him the red velor, Filas too\nHere come my niggaz now, in the black Hummer stuntin'\nYeah, that's the Firm, jig the fuck up an' body sumpin'\n\nWhattup now, duke? His eyes cried from the inside\nI seen all of his fears 'cause he about to fry\nHe looked at me, through his right eye\nWas like, \"Mami, why?\", I felt fucked up, I can't lie\n\nHe was shook, Mega opened his chest, ain't nuttin' left\nBut the sky blue land an' that nigga's last breath\nLast breath\n\nMy mind is the drama that got me lookin' back constant\nSome don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit\nBlink a eye, missed the comment\nThe calmest, it's not a threat, it's a promise\n\nMy mind is the drama that got me lookin' back constant\nSome don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit\nBlink a eye, missed the comment\nThe calmest, it's not a threat, it's a promise\n\nYeah, it's not a threat, Mobb Deep\nHavoc an' Foxy duo, sick to death, baby\nFirm, Escobar 600, Sosa, Mega, Ice\nGrand Wiz, where you at, baby?\nQueensbridge, Don Pu, the whole Brooklyn, pretty boy","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.59]Firm, Infamous, Brooklyn, Q B\n[00:10.40]My mind is the drama that got me lookin' back constant\n[00:12.82]Some don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit\n[00:15.64]Blink a eye, missed the comment\n[00:17.29]The calmest, it's not a threat, it's a promise, yeah\n[00:20.15]Who be the mahogany, mami? The slanted eyes\n[00:23.25]Hold it down, boogie Fox, you bitch niggaz strip\n[00:25.10]You web niggaz dead on, get fucked an' wet on\n[00:28.39]Shitted on, I want a low, fuckin' wit don\n[00:30.53]Like Ronald, thirty inch, Fortistrano\n[00:33.68]Million, sophisticado, illy movado\n[00:35.55]The Firm's baby girl, my fam be my whole world\n[00:38.32]It figures 'cause she'd die for them niggaz\n[00:41.21]Doe or die status, mama be the baddest\n[00:43.32]From Brooklyn to Queensbridge, it's pure havoc, havoc\n[00:45.89]We on a job, fuckin' wit Mobb\n[00:48.68]They had the drop on 'em, the slanted eyes peep the rocks on 'em\n[00:51.15]He kinda jig an' he bubblin' big\n[00:53.64]Dig a hole holdin', So's, watch his cash start foldin'\n[00:56.62]An' bet though, twenty G craps wet though\n[00:59.06]Nas, you shoulda seen the nigga jet though\n[01:01.30]Had it on blast, shoulda seen me shakin' all of my ass\n[01:03.59]Of course, me, I threw the gas, thug nigga, turnin' real saucy\n[01:06.36]Firm lay low, I'ma play if you say so\n[01:08.89]So stay close like I'm 'bout to twist babe, bro\n[01:11.34]I laid it down, went a couple of rounds an' tried to flaunt him\n[01:14.58]I threw it on him, now he's right where I want him\n[01:16.92]Got my mind in crooked ways\n[01:18.56]Saturated up in alize, you ain't a threat, nigga\n[01:21.67]So get big, nigga, baby girl, crossin' over, send your soldiers\n[01:24.91]Toucha, fuck a rusher, this world is colder\n[01:26.96]Like a day in December 25th, son, I got gift\n[01:29.35]From monkey motherfuckers, that wanna rip\n[01:32.03]Get your shit split, pushed back, grill that ass don't look back\n[01:34.68]Respect this, like a Lexus repo man, I took that\n[01:37.25]Five cats to death, dog, like shop, I'm gonna set more\n[01:40.10]Handwritten obituaries, vocal through my chords\n[01:42.03]Lights out, just pull the nines out\n[01:44.64]Let's find out, pointin' shook ones, they pointin' dimes out\n[01:47.38]It ain't hard, straight up an' down, you get your deck pulled\n[01:49.75]My hand is full of fake niggaz, I position\n[01:52.63]Expensive intuition, fuck a rap competition\n[01:55.03]Gat expo, get a grip an' never let go\n[01:57.69]The tec blows, the rapper Noyd said that ass is wet though\n[02:00.05]Triple P, paranoid, plus petrol\n[02:02.36]Scared to death, put the pedal to the metal\n[02:05.47]Ghetto connections, Audi 4, take your section\n[02:07.62]You only get once chance, ain't no second guessin'\n[02:10.51]We blessin', peepin' your style, them never testin'\n[02:13.01]Lessons of life, walk the night witcha weapon\n[02:15.44]Son, it's the drama that got me lookin' back constant\n[02:17.66]Some don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit\n[02:20.52]Blink a eye, missed the comment\n[02:22.02]The calmest, it's not a threat, it's a promise, yeah\n[02:25.33]Fox Boogs, whattup? 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The slanted eyes\n  Hold it down, boogie Fox, you bitch niggaz strip\n  You web niggaz dead on, get fucked an' wet on\n  Shitted on, I want a low, fuckin' wit don\n\n  Like Ronald, thirty inch, Fortistrano\n  Million, sophisticado, illy movado\n  The Firm's baby girl, my fam be my whole world\n  It figures 'cause she'd die for them niggaz\n\n  Doe or die status, mama be the baddest\n  From Brooklyn to Queensbridge, it's pure havoc, havoc\n  We on a job, fuckin' wit Mobb\n  They had the drop on 'em, the slanted eyes peep the rocks on 'em\n\n  He kinda jig an' he bubblin' big\n  Dig a hole holdin', So's, watch his cash start foldin'\n  An' bet though, twenty G craps wet though\n  Nas, you shoulda seen the nigga jet though\n\n  Had it on blast, shoulda seen me shakin' all of my ass\n  Of course, me, I threw the gas, thug nigga, turnin' real saucy\n  Firm lay low, I'ma play if you say so\n  So stay close like I'm 'bout to twist babe, bro\n  I laid it down, went a couple of rounds an' tried to flaunt him\n  I threw it on him, now he's right where I want him\n\n  Got my mind in crooked ways\n  Saturated up in alize, you ain't a threat, nigga\n  So get big, nigga, baby girl, crossin' over, send your soldiers\n  Toucha, fuck a rusher, this world is colder\n\n  Like a day in December 25th, son, I got gift\n  From monkey motherfuckers, that wanna rip\n  Get your shit split, pushed back, grill that ass don't look back\n  Respect this, like a Lexus repo man, I took that\n\n  Five cats to death, dog, like shop, I'm gonna set more\n  Handwritten obituaries, vocal through my chords\n  Lights out, just pull the nines out\n  Let's find out, pointin' shook ones, they pointin' dimes out\n\n  It ain't hard, straight up an' down, you get your deck pulled\n  My hand is full of fake niggaz, I position\n  Expensive intuition, fuck a rap competition\n  Gat expo, get a grip an' never let go\n\n  The tec blows, the rapper Noyd said that ass is wet though\n  Triple P, paranoid, plus petrol\n  Scared to death, put the pedal to the metal\n  Ghetto connections, Audi 4, take your section\n\n  You only get once chance, ain't no second guessin'\n  We blessin', peepin' your style, them never testin'\n  Lessons of life, walk the night witcha weapon\n\n  Son, it's the drama that got me lookin' back constant\n  Some don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit\n  Blink a eye, missed the comment\n  The calmest, it's not a threat, it's a promise, yeah\n\n  Fox Boogs, whattup? They get the jack, what the fuck?\n  Lucked up, the thug nigga took a L, nigga bitched up\n  The snake niggaz slither like Jake, it all great\n  Ain't no threat done, fuckin' with them niggaz that's fake\n\n  They got though, pushin' a 850 auto, they sayin' nada\n  They know the Firm gettin' nachos\n  Cheddar like whatever, I see money frontin' in the land\n  I got him, I got me a fuck an' his man\n\n  Murderous, mami, I threw the kiss, he was hist\n  Ooh, shoulda seen that ill Roley on his wrist\n  It seem like he fuckin' wit cream, somethin' mean\n  You'll be straight with his eight an' dead him on all his heroin\n\n  Realistically, papi is history, mami\n  I got this, chill, papa, let me rock this\n  I'm fuckin' wit fours to cock this, let me plot this\n  Ice, he nuttin' nice, if he front, take his life\n\n  At the shark bar, fuckin' wit duke, him an' his mans\n  Really frontin', boo, got him the red velor, Filas too\n  Here come my niggaz now, in the black Hummer stuntin'\n  Yeah, that's the Firm, jig the fuck up an' body sumpin'\n\n  Whattup now, duke? His eyes cried from the inside\n  I seen all of his fears 'cause he about to fry\n  He looked at me, through his right eye\n  Was like, \"Mami, why?\", I felt fucked up, I can't lie\n\n  He was shook, Mega opened his chest, ain't nuttin' left\n  But the sky blue land an' that nigga's last breath\n  Last breath\n\n  My mind is the drama that got me lookin' back constant\n  Some don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit\n  Blink a eye, missed the comment\n  The calmest, it's not a threat, it's a promise\n\n  My mind is the drama that got me lookin' back constant\n  Some don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit\n  Blink a eye, missed the comment\n  The calmest, it's not a threat, it's a promise\n\n  Yeah, it's not a threat, Mobb Deep\n  Havoc an' Foxy duo, sick to death, baby\n  Firm, Escobar 600, Sosa, Mega, Ice\n  Grand Wiz, where you at, baby?\n  Queensbridge, Don Pu, the whole Brooklyn, pretty boy\n"},{"id":5137213,"name":"Get Me Home","trackName":"Get Me Home","artistName":"Foxy Brown","albumName":"No Diggity: Very Best of Blackstreet","duration":230.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\nFirm biz, what is, Blackstreet\nNa Na, steady rise, peep this out\n(Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n(*gotta get you home*)\n\nVerse One:\n\nHold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\nGets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\nIn the six drop boo and it don't stop\nSee money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\nFlirt-in cause I, digs you like that\nPeep baby boy style, hopin we match\nYou sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\nIt said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\nI could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\nPlus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\nI don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\nMeet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\nWhisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\nI'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\nWhen it's all said and done I got plans for you\nHe said (gotta get you home tonight)\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nOooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\nGotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOooooh baby, ohhhh\nGotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n\nVerse Two: Foxy Brown\n\nAt the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\nGettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\nYou tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\nJackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\nAnd his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\nMind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\nBreasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\nTwist my body like the Excorist, hey\nThe way he licked his lips he was mackin\nTrue thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\nNever mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\nOr the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\nMarry who? Daddy please\nI'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\nSo let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\nWhen it's all said and done I got plans for you\nHe said (oh bay-beeee)\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nOoooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nGotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOoooooh baby, baby I need you\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nRight here\n\nVerse Three: Foxy Brown\n\nGrabbed me by the hand and led the way\nOutside of the club talkin to Valet\nMind started to stray, million miles away\nContemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\nJumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\nAs he threw on Blacksteet casually\nAnd we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\nI sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\nTa-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\nLike Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\nI thought for a second and then my mind went\nSex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\nBack to Reality, the Soul II Soul\nBreathin heavily but still in control\nWants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\nWith sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nTonight baby\nOoooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nWhatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOoooooh baby, do it for you baby\nI need it in my life\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nAyyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\nGotta get you home with me tonight\n*Etc.*","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.42] [Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\n[00:05.59] \n[00:09.48] Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet\n[00:15.66] Na Na, steady rise, peep this out\n[00:19.04] (Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n[00:22.46] (*gotta get you home*)\n[00:23.71] Verse One:\n[00:24.56] Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\n[00:27.08] Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\n[00:29.76] In the six drop boo and it don't stop\n[00:32.25] See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n[00:34.43] 'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\n[00:36.94] Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that\n[00:39.50] Peep baby boy style, hopin we match\n[00:42.18] You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\n[00:44.34] It said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\n[00:46.89] I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\n[00:49.53] Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\n[00:52.18] I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\n[00:54.31] Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\n[00:57.06] Whisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\n[00:59.75] I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\n[01:01.96] When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n[01:04.52] He said (gotta get you home tonight)\n[01:08.05] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[01:10.03] Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\n[01:13.62] Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[01:17.44] Oooooh baby, ohhhh\n[01:21.10] Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n[01:23.80] Verse Two: Foxy Brown\n[01:24.61] At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\n[01:26.82] Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\n[01:29.53] You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\n[01:32.09] Jackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\n[01:34.68] And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\n[01:36.87] Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\n[01:39.35] Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\n[01:42.80] Twist my body like the Excorist, hey\n[01:44.83] The way he licked his lips he was mackin\n[01:46.74] True thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\n[01:50.06] Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\n[01:52.09] Or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n[01:54.78] Marry who? Daddy please\n[01:56.60] I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n[01:59.19] So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n[02:02.06] When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n[02:04.74] He said (oh bay-beeee)\n[02:08.09] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[02:08.99] Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n[02:11.03] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[02:13.30] Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[02:15.16] Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n[02:18.69] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[02:20.87] Right here\n[02:22.69] Verse Three: Foxy Brown\n[02:24.64] Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n[02:27.10] Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n[02:29.41] Mind started to stray, million miles away\n[02:31.99] Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n[02:34.71] Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n[02:37.32] As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n[02:39.30] And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n[02:41.94] I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n[02:44.65] Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n[02:46.60] Like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n[02:49.42] I thought for a second and then my mind went\n[02:52.12] Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n[02:54.75] Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n[02:57.12] Breathin heavily but still in control\n[02:59.46] Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n[03:02.10] With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n[03:04.19] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[03:05.15] Tonight baby\n[03:06.98] Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n[03:10.09] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:12.25] Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[03:14.74] Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n[03:19.34] I need it in my life\n[03:21.34] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:22.94] Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n[03:28.68] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:31.04] *Etc.*\n[03:31.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Get Me Home\n  artist: Foxy Brown\n  album: 'No Diggity: Very Best of Blackstreet'\n  duration_ms: 230000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)'\n  start_ms: 2420\n  end_ms: 5590\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 5590\n  end_ms: 9480\n- text: Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet\n  start_ms: 9480\n  end_ms: 15660\n- text: Na Na, steady rise, peep this out\n  start_ms: 15660\n  end_ms: 19040\n- text: (Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n  start_ms: 19040\n  end_ms: 22460\n- text: (*gotta get you home*)\n  start_ms: 22460\n  end_ms: 23710\n- text: 'Verse One:'\n  start_ms: 23710\n  end_ms: 24560\n- text: Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\n  start_ms: 24560\n  end_ms: 27080\n- text: Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\n  start_ms: 27080\n  end_ms: 29760\n- text: In the six drop boo and it don't stop\n  start_ms: 29760\n  end_ms: 32250\n- text: See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n  start_ms: 32250\n  end_ms: 34430\n- text: '''Cross the room throwin signals I''m throwin em back'\n  start_ms: 34430\n  end_ms: 36940\n- text: Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that\n  start_ms: 36940\n  end_ms: 39500\n- text: Peep baby boy style, hopin we match\n  start_ms: 39500\n  end_ms: 42180\n- text: You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\n  start_ms: 42180\n  end_ms: 44340\n- text: It said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\n  start_ms: 44340\n  end_ms: 46890\n- text: I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\n  start_ms: 46890\n  end_ms: 49530\n- text: Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\n  start_ms: 49530\n  end_ms: 52180\n- text: I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\n  start_ms: 52180\n  end_ms: 54310\n- text: Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\n  start_ms: 54310\n  end_ms: 57060\n- text: Whisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\n  start_ms: 57060\n  end_ms: 59750\n- text: I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\n  start_ms: 59750\n  end_ms: 61960\n- text: When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  start_ms: 61960\n  end_ms: 64520\n- text: He said (gotta get you home tonight)\n  start_ms: 64520\n  end_ms: 68050\n- text: 'Chorus: Blackstreet'\n  start_ms: 68050\n  end_ms: 70030\n- text: Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\n  start_ms: 70030\n  end_ms: 73620\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  start_ms: 73620\n  end_ms: 77440\n- text: Oooooh baby, ohhhh\n  start_ms: 77440\n  end_ms: 81100\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n  start_ms: 81100\n  end_ms: 83800\n- text: 'Verse Two: Foxy Brown'\n  start_ms: 83800\n  end_ms: 84610\n- text: At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\n  start_ms: 84610\n  end_ms: 86820\n- text: Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\n  start_ms: 86820\n  end_ms: 89530\n- text: You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\n  start_ms: 89530\n  end_ms: 92090\n- text: Jackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\n  start_ms: 92090\n  end_ms: 94680\n- text: And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\n  start_ms: 94680\n  end_ms: 96870\n- text: Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\n  start_ms: 96870\n  end_ms: 99350\n- text: Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\n  start_ms: 99350\n  end_ms: 102800\n- text: Twist my body like the Excorist, hey\n  start_ms: 102800\n  end_ms: 104830\n- text: The way he licked his lips he was mackin\n  start_ms: 104830\n  end_ms: 106740\n- text: True thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\n  start_ms: 106740\n  end_ms: 110060\n- text: Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\n  start_ms: 110060\n  end_ms: 112090\n- text: Or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n  start_ms: 112090\n  end_ms: 114780\n- text: Marry who? Daddy please\n  start_ms: 114780\n  end_ms: 116600\n- text: I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n  start_ms: 116600\n  end_ms: 119190\n- text: So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n  start_ms: 119190\n  end_ms: 122060\n- text: When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  start_ms: 122060\n  end_ms: 124740\n- text: He said (oh bay-beeee)\n  start_ms: 124740\n  end_ms: 128090\n- text: 'Chorus: Blackstreet'\n  start_ms: 128090\n  end_ms: 128990\n- text: Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n  start_ms: 128990\n  end_ms: 131030\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 131030\n  end_ms: 133300\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  start_ms: 133300\n  end_ms: 135160\n- text: Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n  start_ms: 135160\n  end_ms: 138690\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 138690\n  end_ms: 140870\n- text: Right here\n  start_ms: 140870\n  end_ms: 142690\n- text: 'Verse Three: Foxy Brown'\n  start_ms: 142690\n  end_ms: 144640\n- text: Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n  start_ms: 144640\n  end_ms: 147100\n- text: Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n  start_ms: 147100\n  end_ms: 149410\n- text: Mind started to stray, million miles away\n  start_ms: 149410\n  end_ms: 151990\n- text: Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n  start_ms: 151990\n  end_ms: 154710\n- text: Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n  start_ms: 154710\n  end_ms: 157320\n- text: As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n  start_ms: 157320\n  end_ms: 159300\n- text: And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n  start_ms: 159300\n  end_ms: 161940\n- text: I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n  start_ms: 161940\n  end_ms: 164650\n- text: Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n  start_ms: 164650\n  end_ms: 166600\n- text: Like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n  start_ms: 166600\n  end_ms: 169420\n- text: I thought for a second and then my mind went\n  start_ms: 169420\n  end_ms: 172120\n- text: Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n  start_ms: 172120\n  end_ms: 174750\n- text: Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n  start_ms: 174750\n  end_ms: 177120\n- text: Breathin heavily but still in control\n  start_ms: 177120\n  end_ms: 179460\n- text: Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n  start_ms: 179460\n  end_ms: 182100\n- text: With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n  start_ms: 182100\n  end_ms: 184190\n- text: 'Chorus: Blackstreet'\n  start_ms: 184190\n  end_ms: 185150\n- text: Tonight baby\n  start_ms: 185150\n  end_ms: 186980\n- text: Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n  start_ms: 186980\n  end_ms: 190090\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 190090\n  end_ms: 192250\n- text: Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  start_ms: 192250\n  end_ms: 194740\n- text: Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n  start_ms: 194740\n  end_ms: 199340\n- text: I need it in my life\n  start_ms: 199340\n  end_ms: 201340\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 201340\n  end_ms: 202940\n- text: Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n  start_ms: 202940\n  end_ms: 208680\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 208680\n  end_ms: 211040\n- text: '*Etc.*'\n  start_ms: 211040\n  end_ms: 211510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 211510\nplain: |-\n  [Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\n  Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet\n  Na Na, steady rise, peep this out\n  (Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n  (*gotta get you home*)\n\n  Verse One:\n\n  Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\n  Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\n  In the six drop boo and it don't stop\n  See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n  'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\n  Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that\n  Peep baby boy style, hopin we match\n  You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\n  It said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\n  I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\n  Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\n  I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\n  Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\n  Whisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\n  I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\n  When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  He said (gotta get you home tonight)\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Oooooh baby, ohhhh\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n\n  Verse Two: Foxy Brown\n\n  At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\n  Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\n  You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\n  Jackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\n  And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\n  Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\n  Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\n  Twist my body like the Excorist, hey\n  The way he licked his lips he was mackin\n  True thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\n  Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\n  Or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n  Marry who? Daddy please\n  I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n  So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n  When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  He said (oh bay-beeee)\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Right here\n\n  Verse Three: Foxy Brown\n\n  Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n  Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n  Mind started to stray, million miles away\n  Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n  Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n  As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n  And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n  I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n  Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n  Like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n  I thought for a second and then my mind went\n  Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n  Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n  Breathin heavily but still in control\n  Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n  With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Tonight baby\n  Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n  I need it in my life\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  *Etc.*\n"},{"id":5031476,"name":"Get Me Home","trackName":"Get Me Home","artistName":"Foxy Brown","albumName":"Ill Na Na (Explicit Version)","duration":230.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\nFirm biz, what is, Blackstreet\nNa Na, steady rise, peep this out\n(Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n(*gotta get you home*)\n\nVerse One:\n\nHold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\nGets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\nIn the six drop boo and it don't stop\nSee money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\nFlirt-in cause I, digs you like that\nPeep baby boy style, hopin we match\nYou sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\nIt said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\nI could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\nPlus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\nI don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\nMeet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\nWhisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\nI'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\nWhen it's all said and done I got plans for you\nHe said (gotta get you home tonight)\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nOooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\nGotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOooooh baby, ohhhh\nGotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n\nVerse Two: Foxy Brown\n\nAt the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\nGettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\nYou tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\nJackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\nAnd his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\nMind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\nBreasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\nTwist my body like the Excorist, hey\nThe way he licked his lips he was mackin\nTrue thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\nNever mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\nOr the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\nMarry who? Daddy please\nI'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\nSo let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\nWhen it's all said and done I got plans for you\nHe said (oh bay-beeee)\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nOoooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nGotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOoooooh baby, baby I need you\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nRight here\n\nVerse Three: Foxy Brown\n\nGrabbed me by the hand and led the way\nOutside of the club talkin to Valet\nMind started to stray, million miles away\nContemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\nJumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\nAs he threw on Blacksteet casually\nAnd we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\nI sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\nTa-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\nLike Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\nI thought for a second and then my mind went\nSex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\nBack to Reality, the Soul II Soul\nBreathin heavily but still in control\nWants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\nWith sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nTonight baby\nOoooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nWhatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOoooooh baby, do it for you baby\nI need it in my life\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nAyyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\nGotta get you home with me tonight\n*Etc.*","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.42] [Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\n[00:05.59] \n[00:09.48] Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet\n[00:15.66] Na Na, steady rise, peep this out\n[00:19.04] (Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n[00:22.46] (*gotta get you home*)\n[00:23.71] Verse One:\n[00:24.56] Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\n[00:27.08] Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\n[00:29.76] In the six drop boo and it don't stop\n[00:32.25] See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n[00:34.43] 'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\n[00:36.94] Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that\n[00:39.50] Peep baby boy style, hopin we match\n[00:42.18] You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\n[00:44.34] It said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\n[00:46.89] I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\n[00:49.53] Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\n[00:52.18] I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\n[00:54.31] Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\n[00:57.06] Whisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\n[00:59.75] I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\n[01:01.96] When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n[01:04.52] He said (gotta get you home tonight)\n[01:08.05] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[01:10.03] Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\n[01:13.62] Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[01:17.44] Oooooh baby, ohhhh\n[01:21.10] Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n[01:23.80] Verse Two: Foxy Brown\n[01:24.61] At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\n[01:26.82] Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\n[01:29.53] You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\n[01:32.09] Jackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\n[01:34.68] And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\n[01:36.87] Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\n[01:39.35] Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\n[01:42.80] Twist my body like the Excorist, hey\n[01:44.83] The way he licked his lips he was mackin\n[01:46.74] True thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\n[01:50.06] Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\n[01:52.09] Or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n[01:54.78] Marry who? Daddy please\n[01:56.60] I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n[01:59.19] So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n[02:02.06] When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n[02:04.74] He said (oh bay-beeee)\n[02:08.09] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[02:08.99] Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n[02:11.03] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[02:13.30] Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[02:15.16] Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n[02:18.69] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[02:20.87] Right here\n[02:22.69] Verse Three: Foxy Brown\n[02:24.64] Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n[02:27.10] Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n[02:29.41] Mind started to stray, million miles away\n[02:31.99] Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n[02:34.71] Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n[02:37.32] As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n[02:39.30] And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n[02:41.94] I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n[02:44.65] Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n[02:46.60] Like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n[02:49.42] I thought for a second and then my mind went\n[02:52.12] Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n[02:54.75] Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n[02:57.12] Breathin heavily but still in control\n[02:59.46] Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n[03:02.10] With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n[03:04.19] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[03:05.15] Tonight baby\n[03:06.98] Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n[03:10.09] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:12.25] Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[03:14.74] Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n[03:19.34] I need it in my life\n[03:21.34] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:22.94] Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n[03:28.68] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:31.04] *Etc.*\n[03:31.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Get Me Home\n  artist: Foxy Brown\n  album: Ill Na Na (Explicit Version)\n  duration_ms: 230000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Foxy] Yeah... 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Daddy please\n  start_ms: 114780\n  end_ms: 116600\n- text: I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n  start_ms: 116600\n  end_ms: 119190\n- text: So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n  start_ms: 119190\n  end_ms: 122060\n- text: When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  start_ms: 122060\n  end_ms: 124740\n- text: He said (oh bay-beeee)\n  start_ms: 124740\n  end_ms: 128090\n- text: 'Chorus: Blackstreet'\n  start_ms: 128090\n  end_ms: 128990\n- text: Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n  start_ms: 128990\n  end_ms: 131030\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 131030\n  end_ms: 133300\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  start_ms: 133300\n  end_ms: 135160\n- text: Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n  start_ms: 135160\n  end_ms: 138690\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 138690\n  end_ms: 140870\n- text: Right here\n  start_ms: 140870\n  end_ms: 142690\n- text: 'Verse Three: Foxy Brown'\n  start_ms: 142690\n  end_ms: 144640\n- text: Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n  start_ms: 144640\n  end_ms: 147100\n- text: Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n  start_ms: 147100\n  end_ms: 149410\n- text: Mind started to stray, million miles away\n  start_ms: 149410\n  end_ms: 151990\n- text: Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n  start_ms: 151990\n  end_ms: 154710\n- text: Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n  start_ms: 154710\n  end_ms: 157320\n- text: As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n  start_ms: 157320\n  end_ms: 159300\n- text: And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n  start_ms: 159300\n  end_ms: 161940\n- text: I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n  start_ms: 161940\n  end_ms: 164650\n- text: Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n  start_ms: 164650\n  end_ms: 166600\n- text: Like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n  start_ms: 166600\n  end_ms: 169420\n- text: I thought for a second and then my mind went\n  start_ms: 169420\n  end_ms: 172120\n- text: Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n  start_ms: 172120\n  end_ms: 174750\n- text: Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n  start_ms: 174750\n  end_ms: 177120\n- text: Breathin heavily but still in control\n  start_ms: 177120\n  end_ms: 179460\n- text: Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n  start_ms: 179460\n  end_ms: 182100\n- text: With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n  start_ms: 182100\n  end_ms: 184190\n- text: 'Chorus: Blackstreet'\n  start_ms: 184190\n  end_ms: 185150\n- text: Tonight baby\n  start_ms: 185150\n  end_ms: 186980\n- text: Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n  start_ms: 186980\n  end_ms: 190090\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 190090\n  end_ms: 192250\n- text: Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  start_ms: 192250\n  end_ms: 194740\n- text: Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n  start_ms: 194740\n  end_ms: 199340\n- text: I need it in my life\n  start_ms: 199340\n  end_ms: 201340\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 201340\n  end_ms: 202940\n- text: Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n  start_ms: 202940\n  end_ms: 208680\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 208680\n  end_ms: 211040\n- text: '*Etc.*'\n  start_ms: 211040\n  end_ms: 211510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 211510\nplain: |-\n  [Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\n  Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet\n  Na Na, steady rise, peep this out\n  (Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n  (*gotta get you home*)\n\n  Verse One:\n\n  Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\n  Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\n  In the six drop boo and it don't stop\n  See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n  'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\n  Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that\n  Peep baby boy style, hopin we match\n  You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\n  It said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\n  I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\n  Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\n  I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\n  Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\n  Whisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\n  I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\n  When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  He said (gotta get you home tonight)\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Oooooh baby, ohhhh\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n\n  Verse Two: Foxy Brown\n\n  At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\n  Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\n  You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\n  Jackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\n  And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\n  Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\n  Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\n  Twist my body like the Excorist, hey\n  The way he licked his lips he was mackin\n  True thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\n  Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\n  Or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n  Marry who? Daddy please\n  I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n  So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n  When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  He said (oh bay-beeee)\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Right here\n\n  Verse Three: Foxy Brown\n\n  Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n  Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n  Mind started to stray, million miles away\n  Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n  Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n  As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n  And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n  I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n  Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n  Like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n  I thought for a second and then my mind went\n  Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n  Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n  Breathin heavily but still in control\n  Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n  With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Tonight baby\n  Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n  I need it in my life\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  *Etc.*\n"},{"id":1594848,"name":"Get Me Home","trackName":"Get Me Home","artistName":"Foxy Brown","albumName":"No Diggity: Very Best of Blackstreet","duration":0.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\nFirm biz, what is, Blackstreet\nNa Na, steady rise, peep this out\n(Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n(*gotta get you home*)\n\nVerse One:\n\nHold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\nGets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\nIn the six drop boo and it don't stop\nSee money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\nFlirt-in cause I, digs you like that\nPeep baby boy style, hopin we match\nYou sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\nIt said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\nI could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\nPlus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\nI don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\nMeet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\nWhisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\nI'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\nWhen it's all said and done I got plans for you\nHe said (gotta get you home tonight)\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nOooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\nGotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOooooh baby, ohhhh\nGotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n\nVerse Two: Foxy Brown\n\nAt the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\nGettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\nYou tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\nJackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\nAnd his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\nMind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\nBreasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\nTwist my body like the Excorist, hey\nThe way he licked his lips he was mackin\nTrue thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\nNever mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\nOr the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\nMarry who? Daddy please\nI'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\nSo let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\nWhen it's all said and done I got plans for you\nHe said (oh bay-beeee)\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nOoooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nGotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOoooooh baby, baby I need you\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nRight here\n\nVerse Three: Foxy Brown\n\nGrabbed me by the hand and led the way\nOutside of the club talkin to Valet\nMind started to stray, million miles away\nContemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\nJumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\nAs he threw on Blacksteet casually\nAnd we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\nI sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\nTa-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\nLike Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\nI thought for a second and then my mind went\nSex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\nBack to Reality, the Soul II Soul\nBreathin heavily but still in control\nWants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\nWith sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nTonight baby\nOoooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nWhatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOoooooh baby, do it for you baby\nI need it in my life\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nAyyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\nGotta get you home with me tonight\n*Etc.*","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.42] [Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\n[00:05.59] \n[00:09.48] Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet\n[00:15.66] Na Na, steady rise, peep this out\n[00:19.04] (Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n[00:22.46] (*gotta get you home*)\n[00:23.71] Verse One:\n[00:24.56] Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\n[00:27.08] Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\n[00:29.76] In the six drop boo and it don't stop\n[00:32.25] See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n[00:34.43] 'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\n[00:36.94] Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that\n[00:39.50] Peep baby boy style, hopin we match\n[00:42.18] You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\n[00:44.34] It said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\n[00:46.89] I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\n[00:49.53] Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\n[00:52.18] I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\n[00:54.31] Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\n[00:57.06] Whisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\n[00:59.75] I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\n[01:01.96] When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n[01:04.52] He said (gotta get you home tonight)\n[01:08.05] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[01:10.03] Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\n[01:13.62] Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[01:17.44] Oooooh baby, ohhhh\n[01:21.10] Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n[01:23.80] Verse Two: Foxy Brown\n[01:24.61] At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\n[01:26.82] Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\n[01:29.53] You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\n[01:32.09] Jackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\n[01:34.68] And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\n[01:36.87] Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\n[01:39.35] Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\n[01:42.80] Twist my body like the Excorist, hey\n[01:44.83] The way he licked his lips he was mackin\n[01:46.74] True thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\n[01:50.06] Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\n[01:52.09] Or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n[01:54.78] Marry who? Daddy please\n[01:56.60] I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n[01:59.19] So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n[02:02.06] When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n[02:04.74] He said (oh bay-beeee)\n[02:08.09] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[02:08.99] Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n[02:11.03] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[02:13.30] Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[02:15.16] Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n[02:18.69] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[02:20.87] Right here\n[02:22.69] Verse Three: Foxy Brown\n[02:24.64] Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n[02:27.10] Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n[02:29.41] Mind started to stray, million miles away\n[02:31.99] Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n[02:34.71] Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n[02:37.32] As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n[02:39.30] And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n[02:41.94] I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n[02:44.65] Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n[02:46.60] Like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n[02:49.42] I thought for a second and then my mind went\n[02:52.12] Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n[02:54.75] Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n[02:57.12] Breathin heavily but still in control\n[02:59.46] Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n[03:02.10] With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n[03:04.19] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[03:05.15] Tonight baby\n[03:06.98] Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n[03:10.09] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:12.25] Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[03:14.74] Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n[03:19.34] I need it in my life\n[03:21.34] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:22.94] Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n[03:28.68] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:31.04] *Etc.*\n[03:31.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Get Me Home\n  artist: Foxy Brown\n  album: 'No Diggity: Very Best of Blackstreet'\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Foxy] Yeah... 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Daddy please\n  start_ms: 114780\n  end_ms: 116600\n- text: I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n  start_ms: 116600\n  end_ms: 119190\n- text: So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n  start_ms: 119190\n  end_ms: 122060\n- text: When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  start_ms: 122060\n  end_ms: 124740\n- text: He said (oh bay-beeee)\n  start_ms: 124740\n  end_ms: 128090\n- text: 'Chorus: Blackstreet'\n  start_ms: 128090\n  end_ms: 128990\n- text: Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n  start_ms: 128990\n  end_ms: 131030\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 131030\n  end_ms: 133300\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  start_ms: 133300\n  end_ms: 135160\n- text: Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n  start_ms: 135160\n  end_ms: 138690\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 138690\n  end_ms: 140870\n- text: Right here\n  start_ms: 140870\n  end_ms: 142690\n- text: 'Verse Three: Foxy Brown'\n  start_ms: 142690\n  end_ms: 144640\n- text: Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n  start_ms: 144640\n  end_ms: 147100\n- text: Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n  start_ms: 147100\n  end_ms: 149410\n- text: Mind started to stray, million miles away\n  start_ms: 149410\n  end_ms: 151990\n- text: Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n  start_ms: 151990\n  end_ms: 154710\n- text: Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n  start_ms: 154710\n  end_ms: 157320\n- text: As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n  start_ms: 157320\n  end_ms: 159300\n- text: And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n  start_ms: 159300\n  end_ms: 161940\n- text: I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n  start_ms: 161940\n  end_ms: 164650\n- text: Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n  start_ms: 164650\n  end_ms: 166600\n- text: Like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n  start_ms: 166600\n  end_ms: 169420\n- text: I thought for a second and then my mind went\n  start_ms: 169420\n  end_ms: 172120\n- text: Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n  start_ms: 172120\n  end_ms: 174750\n- text: Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n  start_ms: 174750\n  end_ms: 177120\n- text: Breathin heavily but still in control\n  start_ms: 177120\n  end_ms: 179460\n- text: Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n  start_ms: 179460\n  end_ms: 182100\n- text: With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n  start_ms: 182100\n  end_ms: 184190\n- text: 'Chorus: Blackstreet'\n  start_ms: 184190\n  end_ms: 185150\n- text: Tonight baby\n  start_ms: 185150\n  end_ms: 186980\n- text: Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n  start_ms: 186980\n  end_ms: 190090\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 190090\n  end_ms: 192250\n- text: Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  start_ms: 192250\n  end_ms: 194740\n- text: Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n  start_ms: 194740\n  end_ms: 199340\n- text: I need it in my life\n  start_ms: 199340\n  end_ms: 201340\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 201340\n  end_ms: 202940\n- text: Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n  start_ms: 202940\n  end_ms: 208680\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 208680\n  end_ms: 211040\n- text: '*Etc.*'\n  start_ms: 211040\n  end_ms: 211510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 211510\nplain: |-\n  [Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\n  Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet\n  Na Na, steady rise, peep this out\n  (Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n  (*gotta get you home*)\n\n  Verse One:\n\n  Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\n  Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\n  In the six drop boo and it don't stop\n  See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n  'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\n  Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that\n  Peep baby boy style, hopin we match\n  You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\n  It said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\n  I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\n  Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\n  I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\n  Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\n  Whisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\n  I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\n  When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  He said (gotta get you home tonight)\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Oooooh baby, ohhhh\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n\n  Verse Two: Foxy Brown\n\n  At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\n  Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\n  You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\n  Jackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\n  And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\n  Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\n  Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\n  Twist my body like the Excorist, hey\n  The way he licked his lips he was mackin\n  True thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\n  Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\n  Or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n  Marry who? Daddy please\n  I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n  So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n  When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  He said (oh bay-beeee)\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Right here\n\n  Verse Three: Foxy Brown\n\n  Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n  Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n  Mind started to stray, million miles away\n  Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n  Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n  As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n  And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n  I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n  Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n  Like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n  I thought for a second and then my mind went\n  Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n  Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n  Breathin heavily but still in control\n  Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n  With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Tonight baby\n  Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n  I need it in my life\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  *Etc.*\n"},{"id":1080991,"name":"Get Me Home","trackName":"Get Me Home","artistName":"Foxy Brown","albumName":"Double Face I","duration":0.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\nFirm biz, what is, Blackstreet\nNa Na, steady rise, peep this out\n(Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n(*gotta get you home*)\n\nVerse One:\n\nHold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\nGets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\nIn the six drop boo and it don't stop\nSee money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\nFlirt-in cause I, digs you like that\nPeep baby boy style, hopin we match\nYou sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\nIt said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\nI could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\nPlus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\nI don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\nMeet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\nWhisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\nI'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\nWhen it's all said and done I got plans for you\nHe said (gotta get you home tonight)\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nOooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\nGotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOooooh baby, ohhhh\nGotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n\nVerse Two: Foxy Brown\n\nAt the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\nGettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\nYou tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\nJackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\nAnd his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\nMind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\nBreasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\nTwist my body like the Excorist, hey\nThe way he licked his lips he was mackin\nTrue thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\nNever mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\nOr the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\nMarry who? Daddy please\nI'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\nSo let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\nWhen it's all said and done I got plans for you\nHe said (oh bay-beeee)\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nOoooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nGotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOoooooh baby, baby I need you\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nRight here\n\nVerse Three: Foxy Brown\n\nGrabbed me by the hand and led the way\nOutside of the club talkin to Valet\nMind started to stray, million miles away\nContemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\nJumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\nAs he threw on Blacksteet casually\nAnd we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\nI sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\nTa-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\nLike Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\nI thought for a second and then my mind went\nSex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\nBack to Reality, the Soul II Soul\nBreathin heavily but still in control\nWants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\nWith sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nTonight baby\nOoooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nWhatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOoooooh baby, do it for you baby\nI need it in my life\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nAyyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\nGotta get you home with me tonight\n*Etc.*","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Get Me Home\n  artist: Foxy Brown\n  album: Double Face I\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\n  Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet\n  Na Na, steady rise, peep this out\n  (Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n  (*gotta get you home*)\n\n  Verse One:\n\n  Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\n  Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\n  In the six drop boo and it don't stop\n  See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n  'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\n  Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that\n  Peep baby boy style, hopin we match\n  You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\n  It said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\n  I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\n  Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\n  I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\n  Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\n  Whisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\n  I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\n  When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  He said (gotta get you home tonight)\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Oooooh baby, ohhhh\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n\n  Verse Two: Foxy Brown\n\n  At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\n  Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\n  You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\n  Jackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\n  And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\n  Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\n  Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\n  Twist my body like the Excorist, hey\n  The way he licked his lips he was mackin\n  True thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\n  Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\n  Or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n  Marry who? Daddy please\n  I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n  So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n  When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  He said (oh bay-beeee)\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Right here\n\n  Verse Three: Foxy Brown\n\n  Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n  Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n  Mind started to stray, million miles away\n  Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n  Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n  As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n  And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n  I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n  Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n  Like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n  I thought for a second and then my mind went\n  Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n  Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n  Breathin heavily but still in control\n  Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n  With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Tonight baby\n  Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n  I need it in my life\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  *Etc.*\n"},{"id":8800319,"name":"Get Me Home","trackName":"Get Me Home","artistName":"Foxy Brown","albumName":"Ill Na Na","duration":230.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\nFirm biz, what is, Blackstreet\nNa Na, steady rise, peep this out\n(Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n(*gotta get you home*)\n\nVerse One:\n\nHold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\nGets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\nIn the six drop boo and it don't stop\nSee money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\nFlirt-in cause I, digs you like that\nPeep baby boy style, hopin we match\nYou sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\nIt said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\nI could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\nPlus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\nI don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\nMeet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\nWhisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\nI'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\nWhen it's all said and done I got plans for you\nHe said (gotta get you home tonight)\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nOooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\nGotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOooooh baby, ohhhh\nGotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n\nVerse Two: Foxy Brown\n\nAt the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\nGettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\nYou tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\nJackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\nAnd his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\nMind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\nBreasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\nTwist my body like the Excorist, hey\nThe way he licked his lips he was mackin\nTrue thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\nNever mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\nor the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\nMarry who? Daddy please\nI'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\nSo let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\nWhen it's all said and done I got plans for you\nHe said (oh bay-beeee)\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nOoooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nGotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOoooooh baby, baby I need you\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nRight here\n\nVerse Three: Foxy Brown\n\nGrabbed me by the hand and led the way\nOutside of the club talkin to Valet\nMind started to stray, million miles away\nContemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\nJumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\nAs he threw on Blacksteet casually\nAnd we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\nI sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\nTa-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\nlike Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\nI thought for a second and then my mind went\nSex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\nBack to Reality, the Soul II Soul\nBreathin heavily but still in control\nWants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\nWith sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nTonight baby\nOoooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nWhatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOoooooh baby, do it for you baby\nI need it in my life\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nAyyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\nGotta get you home with me tonight\n*etc.*","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.42] [Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\n[00:05.59] \n[00:09.48] Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet\n[00:15.66] Na Na, steady rise, peep this out\n[00:19.04] (Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n[00:22.46] (*gotta get you home*)\n[00:23.71] Verse One:\n[00:24.56] Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\n[00:27.08] Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\n[00:29.76] In the six drop boo and it don't stop\n[00:32.25] See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n[00:34.43] 'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\n[00:36.94] Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that\n[00:39.50] Peep baby boy style, hopin we match\n[00:42.18] You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\n[00:44.34] It said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\n[00:46.89] I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\n[00:49.53] Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\n[00:52.18] I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\n[00:54.31] Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\n[00:57.06] Whisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\n[00:59.75] I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\n[01:01.96] When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n[01:04.52] He said (gotta get you home tonight)\n[01:08.05] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[01:10.03] Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\n[01:13.62] Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[01:17.44] Oooooh baby, ohhhh\n[01:21.10] Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n[01:23.80] Verse Two: Foxy Brown\n[01:24.61] At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\n[01:26.82] Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\n[01:29.53] You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\n[01:32.09] Jackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\n[01:34.68] And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\n[01:36.87] Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\n[01:39.35] Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\n[01:42.80] Twist my body like the Excorist, hey\n[01:44.83] The way he licked his lips he was mackin\n[01:46.74] True thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\n[01:50.06] Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\n[01:52.09] or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n[01:54.78] Marry who? Daddy please\n[01:56.60] I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n[01:59.19] So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n[02:02.06] When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n[02:04.74] He said (oh bay-beeee)\n[02:08.09] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[02:08.99] Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n[02:11.03] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[02:13.30] Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[02:15.16] Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n[02:18.69] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[02:20.87] Right here\n[02:22.69] Verse Three: Foxy Brown\n[02:24.64] Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n[02:27.10] Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n[02:29.41] Mind started to stray, million miles away\n[02:31.99] Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n[02:34.71] Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n[02:37.32] As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n[02:39.30] And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n[02:41.94] I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n[02:44.65] Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n[02:46.60] like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n[02:49.42] I thought for a second and then my mind went\n[02:52.12] Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n[02:54.75] Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n[02:57.12] Breathin heavily but still in control\n[02:59.46] Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n[03:02.10] With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n[03:04.19] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[03:05.15] Tonight baby\n[03:06.98] Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n[03:10.09] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:12.25] Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[03:14.74] Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n[03:19.34] I need it in my life\n[03:21.34] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:22.94] Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n[03:28.68] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:31.04] *etc.*\n[03:31.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Get Me Home\n  artist: Foxy Brown\n  album: Ill Na Na\n  duration_ms: 230000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Foxy] Yeah... 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Daddy please\n  start_ms: 114780\n  end_ms: 116600\n- text: I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n  start_ms: 116600\n  end_ms: 119190\n- text: So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n  start_ms: 119190\n  end_ms: 122060\n- text: When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  start_ms: 122060\n  end_ms: 124740\n- text: He said (oh bay-beeee)\n  start_ms: 124740\n  end_ms: 128090\n- text: 'Chorus: Blackstreet'\n  start_ms: 128090\n  end_ms: 128990\n- text: Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n  start_ms: 128990\n  end_ms: 131030\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 131030\n  end_ms: 133300\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  start_ms: 133300\n  end_ms: 135160\n- text: Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n  start_ms: 135160\n  end_ms: 138690\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 138690\n  end_ms: 140870\n- text: Right here\n  start_ms: 140870\n  end_ms: 142690\n- text: 'Verse Three: Foxy Brown'\n  start_ms: 142690\n  end_ms: 144640\n- text: Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n  start_ms: 144640\n  end_ms: 147100\n- text: Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n  start_ms: 147100\n  end_ms: 149410\n- text: Mind started to stray, million miles away\n  start_ms: 149410\n  end_ms: 151990\n- text: Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n  start_ms: 151990\n  end_ms: 154710\n- text: Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n  start_ms: 154710\n  end_ms: 157320\n- text: As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n  start_ms: 157320\n  end_ms: 159300\n- text: And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n  start_ms: 159300\n  end_ms: 161940\n- text: I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n  start_ms: 161940\n  end_ms: 164650\n- text: Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n  start_ms: 164650\n  end_ms: 166600\n- text: like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n  start_ms: 166600\n  end_ms: 169420\n- text: I thought for a second and then my mind went\n  start_ms: 169420\n  end_ms: 172120\n- text: Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n  start_ms: 172120\n  end_ms: 174750\n- text: Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n  start_ms: 174750\n  end_ms: 177120\n- text: Breathin heavily but still in control\n  start_ms: 177120\n  end_ms: 179460\n- text: Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n  start_ms: 179460\n  end_ms: 182100\n- text: With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n  start_ms: 182100\n  end_ms: 184190\n- text: 'Chorus: Blackstreet'\n  start_ms: 184190\n  end_ms: 185150\n- text: Tonight baby\n  start_ms: 185150\n  end_ms: 186980\n- text: Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n  start_ms: 186980\n  end_ms: 190090\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 190090\n  end_ms: 192250\n- text: Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  start_ms: 192250\n  end_ms: 194740\n- text: Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n  start_ms: 194740\n  end_ms: 199340\n- text: I need it in my life\n  start_ms: 199340\n  end_ms: 201340\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 201340\n  end_ms: 202940\n- text: Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n  start_ms: 202940\n  end_ms: 208680\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 208680\n  end_ms: 211040\n- text: '*etc.*'\n  start_ms: 211040\n  end_ms: 211510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 211510\nplain: |-\n  [Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\n  Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet\n  Na Na, steady rise, peep this out\n  (Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n  (*gotta get you home*)\n\n  Verse One:\n\n  Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\n  Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\n  In the six drop boo and it don't stop\n  See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n  'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\n  Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that\n  Peep baby boy style, hopin we match\n  You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\n  It said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\n  I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\n  Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\n  I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\n  Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\n  Whisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\n  I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\n  When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  He said (gotta get you home tonight)\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Oooooh baby, ohhhh\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n\n  Verse Two: Foxy Brown\n\n  At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\n  Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\n  You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\n  Jackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\n  And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\n  Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\n  Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\n  Twist my body like the Excorist, hey\n  The way he licked his lips he was mackin\n  True thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\n  Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\n  or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n  Marry who? Daddy please\n  I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n  So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n  When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  He said (oh bay-beeee)\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Right here\n\n  Verse Three: Foxy Brown\n\n  Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n  Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n  Mind started to stray, million miles away\n  Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n  Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n  As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n  And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n  I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n  Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n  like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n  I thought for a second and then my mind went\n  Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n  Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n  Breathin heavily but still in control\n  Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n  With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Tonight baby\n  Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n  I need it in my life\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  *etc.*\n"},{"id":29585981,"name":"Get me home","trackName":"Get me home","artistName":"Foxy Brown","albumName":"Hit Explosion '97 Volume 4","duration":226.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\nFirm biz, what is, Blackstreet\nNa Na, steady rise, peep this out\n(Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n(*gotta get you home*)\n\nVerse One:\n\nHold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\nGets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\nIn the six drop boo and it don't stop\nSee money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\nFlirt-in cause I, digs you like that\nPeep baby boy style, hopin we match\nYou sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\nIt said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\nI could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\nPlus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\nI don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\nMeet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\nWhisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\nI'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\nWhen it's all said and done I got plans for you\nHe said (gotta get you home tonight)\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nOooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\nGotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOooooh baby, ohhhh\nGotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n\nVerse Two: Foxy Brown\n\nAt the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\nGettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\nYou tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\nJackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\nAnd his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\nMind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\nBreasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\nTwist my body like the Excorist, hey\nThe way he licked his lips he was mackin\nTrue thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\nNever mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\nOr the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\nMarry who? Daddy please\nI'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\nSo let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\nWhen it's all said and done I got plans for you\nHe said (oh bay-beeee)\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nOoooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nGotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOoooooh baby, baby I need you\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nRight here\n\nVerse Three: Foxy Brown\n\nGrabbed me by the hand and led the way\nOutside of the club talkin to Valet\nMind started to stray, million miles away\nContemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\nJumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\nAs he threw on Blacksteet casually\nAnd we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\nI sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\nTa-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\nLike Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\nI thought for a second and then my mind went\nSex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\nBack to Reality, the Soul II Soul\nBreathin heavily but still in control\nWants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\nWith sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nTonight baby\nOoooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nWhatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOoooooh baby, do it for you baby\nI need it in my life\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nAyyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\nGotta get you home with me tonight\n*Etc.*","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.42] [Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\n[00:05.59] \n[00:09.48] Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet\n[00:15.66] Na Na, steady rise, peep this out\n[00:19.04] (Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n[00:22.46] (*gotta get you home*)\n[00:23.71] Verse One:\n[00:24.56] Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\n[00:27.08] Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\n[00:29.76] In the six drop boo and it don't stop\n[00:32.25] See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n[00:34.43] 'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\n[00:36.94] Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that\n[00:39.50] Peep baby boy style, hopin we match\n[00:42.18] You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\n[00:44.34] It said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\n[00:46.89] I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\n[00:49.53] Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\n[00:52.18] I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\n[00:54.31] Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\n[00:57.06] Whisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\n[00:59.75] I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\n[01:01.96] When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n[01:04.52] He said (gotta get you home tonight)\n[01:08.05] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[01:10.03] Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\n[01:13.62] Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[01:17.44] Oooooh baby, ohhhh\n[01:21.10] Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n[01:23.80] Verse Two: Foxy Brown\n[01:24.61] At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\n[01:26.82] Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\n[01:29.53] You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\n[01:32.09] Jackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\n[01:34.68] And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\n[01:36.87] Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\n[01:39.35] Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\n[01:42.80] Twist my body like the Excorist, hey\n[01:44.83] The way he licked his lips he was mackin\n[01:46.74] True thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\n[01:50.06] Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\n[01:52.09] Or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n[01:54.78] Marry who? Daddy please\n[01:56.60] I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n[01:59.19] So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n[02:02.06] When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n[02:04.74] He said (oh bay-beeee)\n[02:08.09] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[02:08.99] Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n[02:11.03] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[02:13.30] Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[02:15.16] Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n[02:18.69] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[02:20.87] Right here\n[02:22.69] Verse Three: Foxy Brown\n[02:24.64] Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n[02:27.10] Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n[02:29.41] Mind started to stray, million miles away\n[02:31.99] Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n[02:34.71] Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n[02:37.32] As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n[02:39.30] And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n[02:41.94] I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n[02:44.65] Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n[02:46.60] Like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n[02:49.42] I thought for a second and then my mind went\n[02:52.12] Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n[02:54.75] Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n[02:57.12] Breathin heavily but still in control\n[02:59.46] Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n[03:02.10] With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n[03:04.19] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[03:05.15] Tonight baby\n[03:06.98] Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n[03:10.09] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:12.25] Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[03:14.74] Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n[03:19.34] I need it in my life\n[03:21.34] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:22.94] Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n[03:28.68] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:31.04] *Etc.*\n[03:31.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Get me home\n  artist: Foxy Brown\n  album: Hit Explosion '97 Volume 4\n  duration_ms: 226000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Foxy] Yeah... 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Daddy please\n  start_ms: 114780\n  end_ms: 116600\n- text: I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n  start_ms: 116600\n  end_ms: 119190\n- text: So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n  start_ms: 119190\n  end_ms: 122060\n- text: When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  start_ms: 122060\n  end_ms: 124740\n- text: He said (oh bay-beeee)\n  start_ms: 124740\n  end_ms: 128090\n- text: 'Chorus: Blackstreet'\n  start_ms: 128090\n  end_ms: 128990\n- text: Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n  start_ms: 128990\n  end_ms: 131030\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 131030\n  end_ms: 133300\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  start_ms: 133300\n  end_ms: 135160\n- text: Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n  start_ms: 135160\n  end_ms: 138690\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 138690\n  end_ms: 140870\n- text: Right here\n  start_ms: 140870\n  end_ms: 142690\n- text: 'Verse Three: Foxy Brown'\n  start_ms: 142690\n  end_ms: 144640\n- text: Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n  start_ms: 144640\n  end_ms: 147100\n- text: Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n  start_ms: 147100\n  end_ms: 149410\n- text: Mind started to stray, million miles away\n  start_ms: 149410\n  end_ms: 151990\n- text: Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n  start_ms: 151990\n  end_ms: 154710\n- text: Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n  start_ms: 154710\n  end_ms: 157320\n- text: As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n  start_ms: 157320\n  end_ms: 159300\n- text: And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n  start_ms: 159300\n  end_ms: 161940\n- text: I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n  start_ms: 161940\n  end_ms: 164650\n- text: Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n  start_ms: 164650\n  end_ms: 166600\n- text: Like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n  start_ms: 166600\n  end_ms: 169420\n- text: I thought for a second and then my mind went\n  start_ms: 169420\n  end_ms: 172120\n- text: Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n  start_ms: 172120\n  end_ms: 174750\n- text: Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n  start_ms: 174750\n  end_ms: 177120\n- text: Breathin heavily but still in control\n  start_ms: 177120\n  end_ms: 179460\n- text: Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n  start_ms: 179460\n  end_ms: 182100\n- text: With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n  start_ms: 182100\n  end_ms: 184190\n- text: 'Chorus: Blackstreet'\n  start_ms: 184190\n  end_ms: 185150\n- text: Tonight baby\n  start_ms: 185150\n  end_ms: 186980\n- text: Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n  start_ms: 186980\n  end_ms: 190090\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 190090\n  end_ms: 192250\n- text: Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  start_ms: 192250\n  end_ms: 194740\n- text: Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n  start_ms: 194740\n  end_ms: 199340\n- text: I need it in my life\n  start_ms: 199340\n  end_ms: 201340\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 201340\n  end_ms: 202940\n- text: Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n  start_ms: 202940\n  end_ms: 208680\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 208680\n  end_ms: 211040\n- text: '*Etc.*'\n  start_ms: 211040\n  end_ms: 211510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 211510\nplain: |-\n  [Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\n  Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet\n  Na Na, steady rise, peep this out\n  (Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n  (*gotta get you home*)\n\n  Verse One:\n\n  Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\n  Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\n  In the six drop boo and it don't stop\n  See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n  'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\n  Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that\n  Peep baby boy style, hopin we match\n  You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\n  It said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\n  I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\n  Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\n  I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\n  Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\n  Whisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\n  I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\n  When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  He said (gotta get you home tonight)\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Oooooh baby, ohhhh\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n\n  Verse Two: Foxy Brown\n\n  At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\n  Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\n  You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\n  Jackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\n  And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\n  Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\n  Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\n  Twist my body like the Excorist, hey\n  The way he licked his lips he was mackin\n  True thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\n  Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\n  Or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n  Marry who? Daddy please\n  I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n  So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n  When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  He said (oh bay-beeee)\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Right here\n\n  Verse Three: Foxy Brown\n\n  Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n  Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n  Mind started to stray, million miles away\n  Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n  Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n  As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n  And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n  I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n  Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n  Like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n  I thought for a second and then my mind went\n  Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n  Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n  Breathin heavily but still in control\n  Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n  With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Tonight baby\n  Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n  I need it in my life\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  *Etc.*\n"},{"id":30189919,"name":"Get Me Home","trackName":"Get Me Home","artistName":"Foxy Brown","albumName":"Hip-Hop At Fifty","duration":230.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\nFirm biz, what is, Blackstreet\nNa Na, steady rise, peep this out\n(Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n(*gotta get you home*)\n\nVerse One:\n\nHold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\nGets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\nIn the six drop boo and it don't stop\nSee money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\nFlirt-in cause I, digs you like that\nPeep baby boy style, hopin we match\nYou sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\nIt said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\nI could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\nPlus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\nI don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\nMeet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\nWhisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\nI'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\nWhen it's all said and done I got plans for you\nHe said (gotta get you home tonight)\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nOooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\nGotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOooooh baby, ohhhh\nGotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n\nVerse Two: Foxy Brown\n\nAt the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\nGettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\nYou tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\nJackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\nAnd his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\nMind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\nBreasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\nTwist my body like the Excorist, hey\nThe way he licked his lips he was mackin\nTrue thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\nNever mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\nOr the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\nMarry who? Daddy please\nI'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\nSo let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\nWhen it's all said and done I got plans for you\nHe said (oh bay-beeee)\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nOoooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nGotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOoooooh baby, baby I need you\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nRight here\n\nVerse Three: Foxy Brown\n\nGrabbed me by the hand and led the way\nOutside of the club talkin to Valet\nMind started to stray, million miles away\nContemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\nJumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\nAs he threw on Blacksteet casually\nAnd we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\nI sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\nTa-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\nLike Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\nI thought for a second and then my mind went\nSex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\nBack to Reality, the Soul II Soul\nBreathin heavily but still in control\nWants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\nWith sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nTonight baby\nOoooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nWhatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOoooooh baby, do it for you baby\nI need it in my life\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nAyyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\nGotta get you home with me tonight\n*Etc.*","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.42] [Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\n[00:05.59] \n[00:09.48] Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet\n[00:15.66] Na Na, steady rise, peep this out\n[00:19.04] (Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n[00:22.46] (*gotta get you home*)\n[00:23.71] Verse One:\n[00:24.56] Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\n[00:27.08] Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\n[00:29.76] In the six drop boo and it don't stop\n[00:32.25] See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n[00:34.43] 'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\n[00:36.94] Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that\n[00:39.50] Peep baby boy style, hopin we match\n[00:42.18] You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\n[00:44.34] It said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\n[00:46.89] I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\n[00:49.53] Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\n[00:52.18] I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\n[00:54.31] Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\n[00:57.06] Whisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\n[00:59.75] I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\n[01:01.96] When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n[01:04.52] He said (gotta get you home tonight)\n[01:08.05] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[01:10.03] Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\n[01:13.62] Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[01:17.44] Oooooh baby, ohhhh\n[01:21.10] Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n[01:23.80] Verse Two: Foxy Brown\n[01:24.61] At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\n[01:26.82] Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\n[01:29.53] You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\n[01:32.09] Jackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\n[01:34.68] And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\n[01:36.87] Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\n[01:39.35] Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\n[01:42.80] Twist my body like the Excorist, hey\n[01:44.83] The way he licked his lips he was mackin\n[01:46.74] True thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\n[01:50.06] Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\n[01:52.09] Or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n[01:54.78] Marry who? Daddy please\n[01:56.60] I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n[01:59.19] So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n[02:02.06] When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n[02:04.74] He said (oh bay-beeee)\n[02:08.09] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[02:08.99] Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n[02:11.03] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[02:13.30] Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[02:15.16] Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n[02:18.69] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[02:20.87] Right here\n[02:22.69] Verse Three: Foxy Brown\n[02:24.64] Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n[02:27.10] Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n[02:29.41] Mind started to stray, million miles away\n[02:31.99] Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n[02:34.71] Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n[02:37.32] As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n[02:39.30] And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n[02:41.94] I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n[02:44.65] Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n[02:46.60] Like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n[02:49.42] I thought for a second and then my mind went\n[02:52.12] Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n[02:54.75] Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n[02:57.12] Breathin heavily but still in control\n[02:59.46] Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n[03:02.10] With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n[03:04.19] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[03:05.15] Tonight baby\n[03:06.98] Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n[03:10.09] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:12.25] Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[03:14.74] Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n[03:19.34] I need it in my life\n[03:21.34] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:22.94] Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n[03:28.68] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:31.04] *Etc.*\n[03:31.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Get Me Home\n  artist: Foxy Brown\n  album: Hip-Hop At Fifty\n  duration_ms: 230000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Foxy] Yeah... 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Daddy please\n  start_ms: 114780\n  end_ms: 116600\n- text: I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n  start_ms: 116600\n  end_ms: 119190\n- text: So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n  start_ms: 119190\n  end_ms: 122060\n- text: When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  start_ms: 122060\n  end_ms: 124740\n- text: He said (oh bay-beeee)\n  start_ms: 124740\n  end_ms: 128090\n- text: 'Chorus: Blackstreet'\n  start_ms: 128090\n  end_ms: 128990\n- text: Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n  start_ms: 128990\n  end_ms: 131030\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 131030\n  end_ms: 133300\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  start_ms: 133300\n  end_ms: 135160\n- text: Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n  start_ms: 135160\n  end_ms: 138690\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 138690\n  end_ms: 140870\n- text: Right here\n  start_ms: 140870\n  end_ms: 142690\n- text: 'Verse Three: Foxy Brown'\n  start_ms: 142690\n  end_ms: 144640\n- text: Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n  start_ms: 144640\n  end_ms: 147100\n- text: Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n  start_ms: 147100\n  end_ms: 149410\n- text: Mind started to stray, million miles away\n  start_ms: 149410\n  end_ms: 151990\n- text: Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n  start_ms: 151990\n  end_ms: 154710\n- text: Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n  start_ms: 154710\n  end_ms: 157320\n- text: As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n  start_ms: 157320\n  end_ms: 159300\n- text: And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n  start_ms: 159300\n  end_ms: 161940\n- text: I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n  start_ms: 161940\n  end_ms: 164650\n- text: Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n  start_ms: 164650\n  end_ms: 166600\n- text: Like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n  start_ms: 166600\n  end_ms: 169420\n- text: I thought for a second and then my mind went\n  start_ms: 169420\n  end_ms: 172120\n- text: Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n  start_ms: 172120\n  end_ms: 174750\n- text: Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n  start_ms: 174750\n  end_ms: 177120\n- text: Breathin heavily but still in control\n  start_ms: 177120\n  end_ms: 179460\n- text: Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n  start_ms: 179460\n  end_ms: 182100\n- text: With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n  start_ms: 182100\n  end_ms: 184190\n- text: 'Chorus: Blackstreet'\n  start_ms: 184190\n  end_ms: 185150\n- text: Tonight baby\n  start_ms: 185150\n  end_ms: 186980\n- text: Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n  start_ms: 186980\n  end_ms: 190090\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 190090\n  end_ms: 192250\n- text: Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  start_ms: 192250\n  end_ms: 194740\n- text: Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n  start_ms: 194740\n  end_ms: 199340\n- text: I need it in my life\n  start_ms: 199340\n  end_ms: 201340\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 201340\n  end_ms: 202940\n- text: Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n  start_ms: 202940\n  end_ms: 208680\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 208680\n  end_ms: 211040\n- text: '*Etc.*'\n  start_ms: 211040\n  end_ms: 211510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 211510\nplain: |-\n  [Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\n  Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet\n  Na Na, steady rise, peep this out\n  (Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n  (*gotta get you home*)\n\n  Verse One:\n\n  Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\n  Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\n  In the six drop boo and it don't stop\n  See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n  'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\n  Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that\n  Peep baby boy style, hopin we match\n  You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\n  It said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\n  I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\n  Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\n  I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\n  Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\n  Whisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\n  I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\n  When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  He said (gotta get you home tonight)\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Oooooh baby, ohhhh\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n\n  Verse Two: Foxy Brown\n\n  At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\n  Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\n  You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\n  Jackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\n  And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\n  Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\n  Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\n  Twist my body like the Excorist, hey\n  The way he licked his lips he was mackin\n  True thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\n  Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\n  Or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n  Marry who? Daddy please\n  I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n  So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n  When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  He said (oh bay-beeee)\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Right here\n\n  Verse Three: Foxy Brown\n\n  Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n  Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n  Mind started to stray, million miles away\n  Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n  Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n  As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n  And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n  I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n  Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n  Like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n  I thought for a second and then my mind went\n  Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n  Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n  Breathin heavily but still in control\n  Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n  With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Tonight baby\n  Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n  I need it in my life\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  *Etc.*\n"},{"id":30112077,"name":"Get Me Home","trackName":"Get Me Home","artistName":"Foxy Brown","albumName":"Chilled hip hop","duration":225.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\nFirm biz, what is, Blackstreet\nNa Na, steady rise, peep this out\n(Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n(*gotta get you home*)\n\nVerse One:\n\nHold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\nGets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\nIn the six drop boo and it don't stop\nSee money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\nFlirt-in cause I, digs you like that\nPeep baby boy style, hopin we match\nYou sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\nIt said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\nI could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\nPlus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\nI don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\nMeet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\nWhisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\nI'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\nWhen it's all said and done I got plans for you\nHe said (gotta get you home tonight)\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nOooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\nGotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOooooh baby, ohhhh\nGotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n\nVerse Two: Foxy Brown\n\nAt the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\nGettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\nYou tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\nJackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\nAnd his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\nMind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\nBreasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\nTwist my body like the Excorist, hey\nThe way he licked his lips he was mackin\nTrue thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\nNever mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\nOr the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\nMarry who? Daddy please\nI'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\nSo let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\nWhen it's all said and done I got plans for you\nHe said (oh bay-beeee)\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nOoooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nGotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOoooooh baby, baby I need you\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nRight here\n\nVerse Three: Foxy Brown\n\nGrabbed me by the hand and led the way\nOutside of the club talkin to Valet\nMind started to stray, million miles away\nContemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\nJumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\nAs he threw on Blacksteet casually\nAnd we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\nI sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\nTa-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\nLike Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\nI thought for a second and then my mind went\nSex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\nBack to Reality, the Soul II Soul\nBreathin heavily but still in control\nWants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\nWith sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nTonight baby\nOoooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nWhatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOoooooh baby, do it for you baby\nI need it in my life\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nAyyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\nGotta get you home with me tonight\n*Etc.*","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.42] [Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\n[00:05.59] \n[00:09.48] Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet\n[00:15.66] Na Na, steady rise, peep this out\n[00:19.04] (Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n[00:22.46] (*gotta get you home*)\n[00:23.71] Verse One:\n[00:24.56] Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\n[00:27.08] Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\n[00:29.76] In the six drop boo and it don't stop\n[00:32.25] See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n[00:34.43] 'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\n[00:36.94] Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that\n[00:39.50] Peep baby boy style, hopin we match\n[00:42.18] You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\n[00:44.34] It said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\n[00:46.89] I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\n[00:49.53] Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\n[00:52.18] I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\n[00:54.31] Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\n[00:57.06] Whisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\n[00:59.75] I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\n[01:01.96] When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n[01:04.52] He said (gotta get you home tonight)\n[01:08.05] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[01:10.03] Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\n[01:13.62] Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[01:17.44] Oooooh baby, ohhhh\n[01:21.10] Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n[01:23.80] Verse Two: Foxy Brown\n[01:24.61] At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\n[01:26.82] Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\n[01:29.53] You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\n[01:32.09] Jackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\n[01:34.68] And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\n[01:36.87] Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\n[01:39.35] Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\n[01:42.80] Twist my body like the Excorist, hey\n[01:44.83] The way he licked his lips he was mackin\n[01:46.74] True thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\n[01:50.06] Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\n[01:52.09] Or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n[01:54.78] Marry who? Daddy please\n[01:56.60] I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n[01:59.19] So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n[02:02.06] When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n[02:04.74] He said (oh bay-beeee)\n[02:08.09] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[02:08.99] Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n[02:11.03] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[02:13.30] Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[02:15.16] Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n[02:18.69] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[02:20.87] Right here\n[02:22.69] Verse Three: Foxy Brown\n[02:24.64] Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n[02:27.10] Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n[02:29.41] Mind started to stray, million miles away\n[02:31.99] Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n[02:34.71] Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n[02:37.32] As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n[02:39.30] And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n[02:41.94] I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n[02:44.65] Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n[02:46.60] Like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n[02:49.42] I thought for a second and then my mind went\n[02:52.12] Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n[02:54.75] Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n[02:57.12] Breathin heavily but still in control\n[02:59.46] Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n[03:02.10] With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n[03:04.19] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[03:05.15] Tonight baby\n[03:06.98] Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n[03:10.09] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:12.25] Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[03:14.74] Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n[03:19.34] I need it in my life\n[03:21.34] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:22.94] Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n[03:28.68] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:31.04] *Etc.*\n[03:31.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Get Me Home\n  artist: Foxy Brown\n  album: Chilled hip hop\n  duration_ms: 225000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Foxy] Yeah... 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Daddy please\n  start_ms: 114780\n  end_ms: 116600\n- text: I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n  start_ms: 116600\n  end_ms: 119190\n- text: So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n  start_ms: 119190\n  end_ms: 122060\n- text: When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  start_ms: 122060\n  end_ms: 124740\n- text: He said (oh bay-beeee)\n  start_ms: 124740\n  end_ms: 128090\n- text: 'Chorus: Blackstreet'\n  start_ms: 128090\n  end_ms: 128990\n- text: Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n  start_ms: 128990\n  end_ms: 131030\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 131030\n  end_ms: 133300\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  start_ms: 133300\n  end_ms: 135160\n- text: Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n  start_ms: 135160\n  end_ms: 138690\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 138690\n  end_ms: 140870\n- text: Right here\n  start_ms: 140870\n  end_ms: 142690\n- text: 'Verse Three: Foxy Brown'\n  start_ms: 142690\n  end_ms: 144640\n- text: Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n  start_ms: 144640\n  end_ms: 147100\n- text: Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n  start_ms: 147100\n  end_ms: 149410\n- text: Mind started to stray, million miles away\n  start_ms: 149410\n  end_ms: 151990\n- text: Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n  start_ms: 151990\n  end_ms: 154710\n- text: Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n  start_ms: 154710\n  end_ms: 157320\n- text: As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n  start_ms: 157320\n  end_ms: 159300\n- text: And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n  start_ms: 159300\n  end_ms: 161940\n- text: I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n  start_ms: 161940\n  end_ms: 164650\n- text: Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n  start_ms: 164650\n  end_ms: 166600\n- text: Like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n  start_ms: 166600\n  end_ms: 169420\n- text: I thought for a second and then my mind went\n  start_ms: 169420\n  end_ms: 172120\n- text: Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n  start_ms: 172120\n  end_ms: 174750\n- text: Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n  start_ms: 174750\n  end_ms: 177120\n- text: Breathin heavily but still in control\n  start_ms: 177120\n  end_ms: 179460\n- text: Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n  start_ms: 179460\n  end_ms: 182100\n- text: With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n  start_ms: 182100\n  end_ms: 184190\n- text: 'Chorus: Blackstreet'\n  start_ms: 184190\n  end_ms: 185150\n- text: Tonight baby\n  start_ms: 185150\n  end_ms: 186980\n- text: Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n  start_ms: 186980\n  end_ms: 190090\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 190090\n  end_ms: 192250\n- text: Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  start_ms: 192250\n  end_ms: 194740\n- text: Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n  start_ms: 194740\n  end_ms: 199340\n- text: I need it in my life\n  start_ms: 199340\n  end_ms: 201340\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 201340\n  end_ms: 202940\n- text: Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n  start_ms: 202940\n  end_ms: 208680\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 208680\n  end_ms: 211040\n- text: '*Etc.*'\n  start_ms: 211040\n  end_ms: 211510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 211510\nplain: |-\n  [Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\n  Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet\n  Na Na, steady rise, peep this out\n  (Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n  (*gotta get you home*)\n\n  Verse One:\n\n  Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\n  Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\n  In the six drop boo and it don't stop\n  See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n  'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\n  Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that\n  Peep baby boy style, hopin we match\n  You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\n  It said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\n  I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\n  Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\n  I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\n  Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\n  Whisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\n  I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\n  When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  He said (gotta get you home tonight)\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Oooooh baby, ohhhh\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n\n  Verse Two: Foxy Brown\n\n  At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\n  Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\n  You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\n  Jackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\n  And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\n  Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\n  Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\n  Twist my body like the Excorist, hey\n  The way he licked his lips he was mackin\n  True thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\n  Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\n  Or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n  Marry who? Daddy please\n  I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n  So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n  When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  He said (oh bay-beeee)\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Right here\n\n  Verse Three: Foxy Brown\n\n  Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n  Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n  Mind started to stray, million miles away\n  Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n  Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n  As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n  And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n  I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n  Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n  Like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n  I thought for a second and then my mind went\n  Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n  Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n  Breathin heavily but still in control\n  Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n  With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Tonight baby\n  Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n  I need it in my life\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  *Etc.*\n"},{"id":29928433,"name":"Get Me Home","trackName":"Get Me Home","artistName":"Foxy Brown","albumName":"Top 40 1997","duration":229.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\nFirm biz, what is, Blackstreet\nNa Na, steady rise, peep this out\n(Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n(*gotta get you home*)\n\nVerse One:\n\nHold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\nGets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\nIn the six drop boo and it don't stop\nSee money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\nFlirt-in cause I, digs you like that\nPeep baby boy style, hopin we match\nYou sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\nIt said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\nI could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\nPlus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\nI don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\nMeet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\nWhisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\nI'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\nWhen it's all said and done I got plans for you\nHe said (gotta get you home tonight)\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nOooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\nGotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOooooh baby, ohhhh\nGotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n\nVerse Two: Foxy Brown\n\nAt the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\nGettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\nYou tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\nJackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\nAnd his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\nMind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\nBreasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\nTwist my body like the Excorist, hey\nThe way he licked his lips he was mackin\nTrue thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\nNever mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\nOr the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\nMarry who? Daddy please\nI'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\nSo let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\nWhen it's all said and done I got plans for you\nHe said (oh bay-beeee)\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nOoooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nGotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOoooooh baby, baby I need you\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nRight here\n\nVerse Three: Foxy Brown\n\nGrabbed me by the hand and led the way\nOutside of the club talkin to Valet\nMind started to stray, million miles away\nContemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\nJumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\nAs he threw on Blacksteet casually\nAnd we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\nI sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\nTa-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\nLike Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\nI thought for a second and then my mind went\nSex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\nBack to Reality, the Soul II Soul\nBreathin heavily but still in control\nWants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\nWith sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nTonight baby\nOoooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nWhatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOoooooh baby, do it for you baby\nI need it in my life\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nAyyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\nGotta get you home with me tonight\n*Etc.*","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.42] [Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\n[00:05.59] \n[00:09.48] Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet\n[00:15.66] Na Na, steady rise, peep this out\n[00:19.04] (Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n[00:22.46] (*gotta get you home*)\n[00:23.71] Verse One:\n[00:24.56] Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\n[00:27.08] Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\n[00:29.76] In the six drop boo and it don't stop\n[00:32.25] See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n[00:34.43] 'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\n[00:36.94] Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that\n[00:39.50] Peep baby boy style, hopin we match\n[00:42.18] You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\n[00:44.34] It said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\n[00:46.89] I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\n[00:49.53] Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\n[00:52.18] I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\n[00:54.31] Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\n[00:57.06] Whisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\n[00:59.75] I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\n[01:01.96] When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n[01:04.52] He said (gotta get you home tonight)\n[01:08.05] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[01:10.03] Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\n[01:13.62] Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[01:17.44] Oooooh baby, ohhhh\n[01:21.10] Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n[01:23.80] Verse Two: Foxy Brown\n[01:24.61] At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\n[01:26.82] Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\n[01:29.53] You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\n[01:32.09] Jackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\n[01:34.68] And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\n[01:36.87] Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\n[01:39.35] Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\n[01:42.80] Twist my body like the Excorist, hey\n[01:44.83] The way he licked his lips he was mackin\n[01:46.74] True thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\n[01:50.06] Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\n[01:52.09] Or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n[01:54.78] Marry who? Daddy please\n[01:56.60] I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n[01:59.19] So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n[02:02.06] When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n[02:04.74] He said (oh bay-beeee)\n[02:08.09] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[02:08.99] Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n[02:11.03] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[02:13.30] Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[02:15.16] Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n[02:18.69] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[02:20.87] Right here\n[02:22.69] Verse Three: Foxy Brown\n[02:24.64] Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n[02:27.10] Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n[02:29.41] Mind started to stray, million miles away\n[02:31.99] Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n[02:34.71] Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n[02:37.32] As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n[02:39.30] And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n[02:41.94] I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n[02:44.65] Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n[02:46.60] Like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n[02:49.42] I thought for a second and then my mind went\n[02:52.12] Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n[02:54.75] Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n[02:57.12] Breathin heavily but still in control\n[02:59.46] Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n[03:02.10] With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n[03:04.19] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[03:05.15] Tonight baby\n[03:06.98] Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n[03:10.09] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:12.25] Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[03:14.74] Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n[03:19.34] I need it in my life\n[03:21.34] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:22.94] Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n[03:28.68] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:31.04] *Etc.*\n[03:31.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Get Me Home\n  artist: Foxy Brown\n  album: Top 40 1997\n  duration_ms: 229000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Foxy] Yeah... 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Daddy please\n  start_ms: 114780\n  end_ms: 116600\n- text: I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n  start_ms: 116600\n  end_ms: 119190\n- text: So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n  start_ms: 119190\n  end_ms: 122060\n- text: When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  start_ms: 122060\n  end_ms: 124740\n- text: He said (oh bay-beeee)\n  start_ms: 124740\n  end_ms: 128090\n- text: 'Chorus: Blackstreet'\n  start_ms: 128090\n  end_ms: 128990\n- text: Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n  start_ms: 128990\n  end_ms: 131030\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 131030\n  end_ms: 133300\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  start_ms: 133300\n  end_ms: 135160\n- text: Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n  start_ms: 135160\n  end_ms: 138690\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 138690\n  end_ms: 140870\n- text: Right here\n  start_ms: 140870\n  end_ms: 142690\n- text: 'Verse Three: Foxy Brown'\n  start_ms: 142690\n  end_ms: 144640\n- text: Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n  start_ms: 144640\n  end_ms: 147100\n- text: Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n  start_ms: 147100\n  end_ms: 149410\n- text: Mind started to stray, million miles away\n  start_ms: 149410\n  end_ms: 151990\n- text: Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n  start_ms: 151990\n  end_ms: 154710\n- text: Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n  start_ms: 154710\n  end_ms: 157320\n- text: As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n  start_ms: 157320\n  end_ms: 159300\n- text: And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n  start_ms: 159300\n  end_ms: 161940\n- text: I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n  start_ms: 161940\n  end_ms: 164650\n- text: Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n  start_ms: 164650\n  end_ms: 166600\n- text: Like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n  start_ms: 166600\n  end_ms: 169420\n- text: I thought for a second and then my mind went\n  start_ms: 169420\n  end_ms: 172120\n- text: Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n  start_ms: 172120\n  end_ms: 174750\n- text: Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n  start_ms: 174750\n  end_ms: 177120\n- text: Breathin heavily but still in control\n  start_ms: 177120\n  end_ms: 179460\n- text: Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n  start_ms: 179460\n  end_ms: 182100\n- text: With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n  start_ms: 182100\n  end_ms: 184190\n- text: 'Chorus: Blackstreet'\n  start_ms: 184190\n  end_ms: 185150\n- text: Tonight baby\n  start_ms: 185150\n  end_ms: 186980\n- text: Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n  start_ms: 186980\n  end_ms: 190090\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 190090\n  end_ms: 192250\n- text: Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  start_ms: 192250\n  end_ms: 194740\n- text: Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n  start_ms: 194740\n  end_ms: 199340\n- text: I need it in my life\n  start_ms: 199340\n  end_ms: 201340\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 201340\n  end_ms: 202940\n- text: Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n  start_ms: 202940\n  end_ms: 208680\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 208680\n  end_ms: 211040\n- text: '*Etc.*'\n  start_ms: 211040\n  end_ms: 211510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 211510\nplain: |-\n  [Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\n  Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet\n  Na Na, steady rise, peep this out\n  (Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n  (*gotta get you home*)\n\n  Verse One:\n\n  Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\n  Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\n  In the six drop boo and it don't stop\n  See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n  'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\n  Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that\n  Peep baby boy style, hopin we match\n  You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\n  It said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\n  I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\n  Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\n  I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\n  Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\n  Whisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\n  I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\n  When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  He said (gotta get you home tonight)\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Oooooh baby, ohhhh\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n\n  Verse Two: Foxy Brown\n\n  At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\n  Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\n  You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\n  Jackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\n  And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\n  Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\n  Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\n  Twist my body like the Excorist, hey\n  The way he licked his lips he was mackin\n  True thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\n  Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\n  Or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n  Marry who? Daddy please\n  I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n  So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n  When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  He said (oh bay-beeee)\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Right here\n\n  Verse Three: Foxy Brown\n\n  Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n  Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n  Mind started to stray, million miles away\n  Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n  Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n  As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n  And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n  I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n  Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n  Like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n  I thought for a second and then my mind went\n  Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n  Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n  Breathin heavily but still in control\n  Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n  With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Tonight baby\n  Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n  I need it in my life\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  *Etc.*\n"},{"id":18211949,"name":"Get Me Home","trackName":"Get Me Home","artistName":"Foxy Brown","albumName":"Def Jam Recordings 1985-2001 The History of Hip Hop, Volume 1","duration":228.91102,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\nFirm biz, what is, Blackstreet\nNa Na, steady rise, peep this out\n(Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n(*gotta get you home*)\n\nVerse One:\n\nHold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\nGets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\nIn the six drop boo and it don't stop\nSee money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\nFlirt-in cause I, digs you like that\nPeep baby boy style, hopin we match\nYou sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\nIt said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\nI could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\nPlus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\nI don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\nMeet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\nWhisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\nI'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\nWhen it's all said and done I got plans for you\nHe said (gotta get you home tonight)\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nOooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\nGotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOooooh baby, ohhhh\nGotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n\nVerse Two: Foxy Brown\n\nAt the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\nGettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\nYou tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\nJackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\nAnd his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\nMind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\nBreasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\nTwist my body like the Excorist, hey\nThe way he licked his lips he was mackin\nTrue thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\nNever mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\nor the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\nMarry who? Daddy please\nI'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\nSo let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\nWhen it's all said and done I got plans for you\nHe said (oh bay-beeee)\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nOoooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nGotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOoooooh baby, baby I need you\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nRight here\n\nVerse Three: Foxy Brown\n\nGrabbed me by the hand and led the way\nOutside of the club talkin to Valet\nMind started to stray, million miles away\nContemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\nJumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\nAs he threw on Blacksteet casually\nAnd we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\nI sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\nTa-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\nlike Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\nI thought for a second and then my mind went\nSex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\nBack to Reality, the Soul II Soul\nBreathin heavily but still in control\nWants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\nWith sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nTonight baby\nOoooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nWhatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOoooooh baby, do it for you baby\nI need it in my life\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nAyyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\nGotta get you home with me tonight\n*etc.*","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.42] [Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\n[00:05.59] \n[00:09.48] Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet\n[00:15.66] Na Na, steady rise, peep this out\n[00:19.04] (Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n[00:22.46] (*gotta get you home*)\n[00:23.71] Verse One:\n[00:24.56] Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\n[00:27.08] Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\n[00:29.76] In the six drop boo and it don't stop\n[00:32.25] See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n[00:34.43] 'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\n[00:36.94] Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that\n[00:39.50] Peep baby boy style, hopin we match\n[00:42.18] You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\n[00:44.34] It said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\n[00:46.89] I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\n[00:49.53] Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\n[00:52.18] I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\n[00:54.31] Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\n[00:57.06] Whisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\n[00:59.75] I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\n[01:01.96] When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n[01:04.52] He said (gotta get you home tonight)\n[01:08.05] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[01:10.03] Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\n[01:13.62] Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[01:17.44] Oooooh baby, ohhhh\n[01:21.10] Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n[01:23.80] Verse Two: Foxy Brown\n[01:24.61] At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\n[01:26.82] Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\n[01:29.53] You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\n[01:32.09] Jackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\n[01:34.68] And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\n[01:36.87] Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\n[01:39.35] Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\n[01:42.80] Twist my body like the Excorist, hey\n[01:44.83] The way he licked his lips he was mackin\n[01:46.74] True thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\n[01:50.06] Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\n[01:52.09] or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n[01:54.78] Marry who? Daddy please\n[01:56.60] I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n[01:59.19] So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n[02:02.06] When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n[02:04.74] He said (oh bay-beeee)\n[02:08.09] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[02:08.99] Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n[02:11.03] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[02:13.30] Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[02:15.16] Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n[02:18.69] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[02:20.87] Right here\n[02:22.69] Verse Three: Foxy Brown\n[02:24.64] Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n[02:27.10] Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n[02:29.41] Mind started to stray, million miles away\n[02:31.99] Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n[02:34.71] Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n[02:37.32] As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n[02:39.30] And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n[02:41.94] I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n[02:44.65] Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n[02:46.60] like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n[02:49.42] I thought for a second and then my mind went\n[02:52.12] Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n[02:54.75] Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n[02:57.12] Breathin heavily but still in control\n[02:59.46] Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n[03:02.10] With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n[03:04.19] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[03:05.15] Tonight baby\n[03:06.98] Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n[03:10.09] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:12.25] Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[03:14.74] Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n[03:19.34] I need it in my life\n[03:21.34] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:22.94] Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n[03:28.68] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:31.04] *etc.*\n[03:31.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Get Me Home\n  artist: Foxy Brown\n  album: Def Jam Recordings 1985-2001 The History of Hip Hop, Volume 1\n  duration_ms: 228911\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Foxy] Yeah... 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Daddy please\n  start_ms: 114780\n  end_ms: 116600\n- text: I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n  start_ms: 116600\n  end_ms: 119190\n- text: So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n  start_ms: 119190\n  end_ms: 122060\n- text: When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  start_ms: 122060\n  end_ms: 124740\n- text: He said (oh bay-beeee)\n  start_ms: 124740\n  end_ms: 128090\n- text: 'Chorus: Blackstreet'\n  start_ms: 128090\n  end_ms: 128990\n- text: Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n  start_ms: 128990\n  end_ms: 131030\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 131030\n  end_ms: 133300\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  start_ms: 133300\n  end_ms: 135160\n- text: Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n  start_ms: 135160\n  end_ms: 138690\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 138690\n  end_ms: 140870\n- text: Right here\n  start_ms: 140870\n  end_ms: 142690\n- text: 'Verse Three: Foxy Brown'\n  start_ms: 142690\n  end_ms: 144640\n- text: Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n  start_ms: 144640\n  end_ms: 147100\n- text: Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n  start_ms: 147100\n  end_ms: 149410\n- text: Mind started to stray, million miles away\n  start_ms: 149410\n  end_ms: 151990\n- text: Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n  start_ms: 151990\n  end_ms: 154710\n- text: Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n  start_ms: 154710\n  end_ms: 157320\n- text: As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n  start_ms: 157320\n  end_ms: 159300\n- text: And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n  start_ms: 159300\n  end_ms: 161940\n- text: I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n  start_ms: 161940\n  end_ms: 164650\n- text: Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n  start_ms: 164650\n  end_ms: 166600\n- text: like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n  start_ms: 166600\n  end_ms: 169420\n- text: I thought for a second and then my mind went\n  start_ms: 169420\n  end_ms: 172120\n- text: Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n  start_ms: 172120\n  end_ms: 174750\n- text: Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n  start_ms: 174750\n  end_ms: 177120\n- text: Breathin heavily but still in control\n  start_ms: 177120\n  end_ms: 179460\n- text: Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n  start_ms: 179460\n  end_ms: 182100\n- text: With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n  start_ms: 182100\n  end_ms: 184190\n- text: 'Chorus: Blackstreet'\n  start_ms: 184190\n  end_ms: 185150\n- text: Tonight baby\n  start_ms: 185150\n  end_ms: 186980\n- text: Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n  start_ms: 186980\n  end_ms: 190090\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 190090\n  end_ms: 192250\n- text: Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  start_ms: 192250\n  end_ms: 194740\n- text: Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n  start_ms: 194740\n  end_ms: 199340\n- text: I need it in my life\n  start_ms: 199340\n  end_ms: 201340\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 201340\n  end_ms: 202940\n- text: Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n  start_ms: 202940\n  end_ms: 208680\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 208680\n  end_ms: 211040\n- text: '*etc.*'\n  start_ms: 211040\n  end_ms: 211510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 211510\nplain: |-\n  [Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\n  Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet\n  Na Na, steady rise, peep this out\n  (Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n  (*gotta get you home*)\n\n  Verse One:\n\n  Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\n  Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\n  In the six drop boo and it don't stop\n  See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n  'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\n  Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that\n  Peep baby boy style, hopin we match\n  You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\n  It said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\n  I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\n  Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\n  I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\n  Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\n  Whisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\n  I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\n  When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  He said (gotta get you home tonight)\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Oooooh baby, ohhhh\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n\n  Verse Two: Foxy Brown\n\n  At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\n  Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\n  You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\n  Jackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\n  And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\n  Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\n  Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\n  Twist my body like the Excorist, hey\n  The way he licked his lips he was mackin\n  True thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\n  Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\n  or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n  Marry who? Daddy please\n  I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n  So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n  When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  He said (oh bay-beeee)\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Right here\n\n  Verse Three: Foxy Brown\n\n  Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n  Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n  Mind started to stray, million miles away\n  Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n  Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n  As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n  And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n  I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n  Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n  like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n  I thought for a second and then my mind went\n  Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n  Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n  Breathin heavily but still in control\n  Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n  With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Tonight baby\n  Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n  I need it in my life\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  *etc.*\n"},{"id":18245712,"name":"get me home","trackName":"get me home","artistName":"foxy brown","albumName":"R&B Classics CD3","duration":230.29551,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\nFirm biz, what is, Blackstreet\nNa Na, steady rise, peep this out\n(Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n(*gotta get you home*)\n\nVerse One:\n\nHold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\nGets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\nIn the six drop boo and it don't stop\nSee money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\nFlirt-in cause I, digs you like that\nPeep baby boy style, hopin we match\nYou sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\nIt said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\nI could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\nPlus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\nI don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\nMeet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\nWhisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\nI'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\nWhen it's all said and done I got plans for you\nHe said (gotta get you home tonight)\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nOooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\nGotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOooooh baby, ohhhh\nGotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n\nVerse Two: Foxy Brown\n\nAt the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\nGettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\nYou tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\nJackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\nAnd his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\nMind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\nBreasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\nTwist my body like the Excorist, hey\nThe way he licked his lips he was mackin\nTrue thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\nNever mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\nor the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\nMarry who? Daddy please\nI'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\nSo let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\nWhen it's all said and done I got plans for you\nHe said (oh bay-beeee)\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nOoooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nGotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOoooooh baby, baby I need you\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nRight here\n\nVerse Three: Foxy Brown\n\nGrabbed me by the hand and led the way\nOutside of the club talkin to Valet\nMind started to stray, million miles away\nContemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\nJumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\nAs he threw on Blacksteet casually\nAnd we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\nI sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\nTa-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\nlike Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\nI thought for a second and then my mind went\nSex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\nBack to Reality, the Soul II Soul\nBreathin heavily but still in control\nWants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\nWith sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n\nChorus: Blackstreet\n\nTonight baby\nOoooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nWhatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\nOoooooh baby, do it for you baby\nI need it in my life\nGotta get you home with me tonight\nAyyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\nGotta get you home with me tonight\n*etc.*","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.42] [Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\n[00:05.59] \n[00:09.48] Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet\n[00:15.66] Na Na, steady rise, peep this out\n[00:19.04] (Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n[00:22.46] (*gotta get you home*)\n[00:23.71] Verse One:\n[00:24.56] Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\n[00:27.08] Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\n[00:29.76] In the six drop boo and it don't stop\n[00:32.25] See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n[00:34.43] 'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\n[00:36.94] Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that\n[00:39.50] Peep baby boy style, hopin we match\n[00:42.18] You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\n[00:44.34] It said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\n[00:46.89] I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\n[00:49.53] Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\n[00:52.18] I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\n[00:54.31] Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\n[00:57.06] Whisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\n[00:59.75] I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\n[01:01.96] When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n[01:04.52] He said (gotta get you home tonight)\n[01:08.05] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[01:10.03] Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\n[01:13.62] Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[01:17.44] Oooooh baby, ohhhh\n[01:21.10] Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n[01:23.80] Verse Two: Foxy Brown\n[01:24.61] At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\n[01:26.82] Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\n[01:29.53] You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\n[01:32.09] Jackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\n[01:34.68] And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\n[01:36.87] Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\n[01:39.35] Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\n[01:42.80] Twist my body like the Excorist, hey\n[01:44.83] The way he licked his lips he was mackin\n[01:46.74] True thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\n[01:50.06] Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\n[01:52.09] or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n[01:54.78] Marry who? Daddy please\n[01:56.60] I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n[01:59.19] So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n[02:02.06] When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n[02:04.74] He said (oh bay-beeee)\n[02:08.09] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[02:08.99] Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n[02:11.03] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[02:13.30] Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[02:15.16] Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n[02:18.69] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[02:20.87] Right here\n[02:22.69] Verse Three: Foxy Brown\n[02:24.64] Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n[02:27.10] Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n[02:29.41] Mind started to stray, million miles away\n[02:31.99] Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n[02:34.71] Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n[02:37.32] As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n[02:39.30] And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n[02:41.94] I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n[02:44.65] Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n[02:46.60] like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n[02:49.42] I thought for a second and then my mind went\n[02:52.12] Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n[02:54.75] Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n[02:57.12] Breathin heavily but still in control\n[02:59.46] Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n[03:02.10] With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n[03:04.19] Chorus: Blackstreet\n[03:05.15] Tonight baby\n[03:06.98] Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n[03:10.09] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:12.25] Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n[03:14.74] Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n[03:19.34] I need it in my life\n[03:21.34] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:22.94] Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n[03:28.68] Gotta get you home with me tonight\n[03:31.04] *etc.*\n[03:31.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: get me home\n  artist: foxy brown\n  album: R&B Classics CD3\n  duration_ms: 230296\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Foxy] Yeah... 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Daddy please\n  start_ms: 114780\n  end_ms: 116600\n- text: I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n  start_ms: 116600\n  end_ms: 119190\n- text: So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n  start_ms: 119190\n  end_ms: 122060\n- text: When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  start_ms: 122060\n  end_ms: 124740\n- text: He said (oh bay-beeee)\n  start_ms: 124740\n  end_ms: 128090\n- text: 'Chorus: Blackstreet'\n  start_ms: 128090\n  end_ms: 128990\n- text: Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n  start_ms: 128990\n  end_ms: 131030\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 131030\n  end_ms: 133300\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  start_ms: 133300\n  end_ms: 135160\n- text: Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n  start_ms: 135160\n  end_ms: 138690\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 138690\n  end_ms: 140870\n- text: Right here\n  start_ms: 140870\n  end_ms: 142690\n- text: 'Verse Three: Foxy Brown'\n  start_ms: 142690\n  end_ms: 144640\n- text: Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n  start_ms: 144640\n  end_ms: 147100\n- text: Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n  start_ms: 147100\n  end_ms: 149410\n- text: Mind started to stray, million miles away\n  start_ms: 149410\n  end_ms: 151990\n- text: Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n  start_ms: 151990\n  end_ms: 154710\n- text: Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n  start_ms: 154710\n  end_ms: 157320\n- text: As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n  start_ms: 157320\n  end_ms: 159300\n- text: And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n  start_ms: 159300\n  end_ms: 161940\n- text: I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n  start_ms: 161940\n  end_ms: 164650\n- text: Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n  start_ms: 164650\n  end_ms: 166600\n- text: like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n  start_ms: 166600\n  end_ms: 169420\n- text: I thought for a second and then my mind went\n  start_ms: 169420\n  end_ms: 172120\n- text: Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n  start_ms: 172120\n  end_ms: 174750\n- text: Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n  start_ms: 174750\n  end_ms: 177120\n- text: Breathin heavily but still in control\n  start_ms: 177120\n  end_ms: 179460\n- text: Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n  start_ms: 179460\n  end_ms: 182100\n- text: With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n  start_ms: 182100\n  end_ms: 184190\n- text: 'Chorus: Blackstreet'\n  start_ms: 184190\n  end_ms: 185150\n- text: Tonight baby\n  start_ms: 185150\n  end_ms: 186980\n- text: Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n  start_ms: 186980\n  end_ms: 190090\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 190090\n  end_ms: 192250\n- text: Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  start_ms: 192250\n  end_ms: 194740\n- text: Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n  start_ms: 194740\n  end_ms: 199340\n- text: I need it in my life\n  start_ms: 199340\n  end_ms: 201340\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 201340\n  end_ms: 202940\n- text: Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n  start_ms: 202940\n  end_ms: 208680\n- text: Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  start_ms: 208680\n  end_ms: 211040\n- text: '*etc.*'\n  start_ms: 211040\n  end_ms: 211510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 211510\nplain: |-\n  [Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)\n  Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet\n  Na Na, steady rise, peep this out\n  (Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)\n  (*gotta get you home*)\n\n  Verse One:\n\n  Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox\n  Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks\n  In the six drop boo and it don't stop\n  See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop\n  'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back\n  Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that\n  Peep baby boy style, hopin we match\n  You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached\n  It said, \"You look like the type that, know what you like\"\n  I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice\n  Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice\n  I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise\n  Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow\n  Whisper in my ear like, \"Boo let's bounce now\"\n  I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you\n  When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  He said (gotta get you home tonight)\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Oooooh baby, ohhhh\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon\n\n  Verse Two: Foxy Brown\n\n  At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast\n  Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin\n  You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here\n  Jackpot, what he said, \"It's bullshit in here\"\n  And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace\n  Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit\n  Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh\n  Twist my body like the Excorist, hey\n  The way he licked his lips he was mackin\n  True thug passion, I'm like, \"Slow down before you crashin\"\n  Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you\n  or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu\n  Marry who? Daddy please\n  I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys\n  So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you\n  When it's all said and done I got plans for you\n  He said (oh bay-beeee)\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Ooooooh baby, baby I need you\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Right here\n\n  Verse Three: Foxy Brown\n\n  Grabbed me by the hand and led the way\n  Outside of the club talkin to Valet\n  Mind started to stray, million miles away\n  Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay\n  Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet\n  As he threw on Blacksteet casually\n  And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol\n  I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go\n  Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High\n  like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot\n  I thought for a second and then my mind went\n  Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?\n  Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul\n  Breathin heavily but still in control\n  Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef\n  With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said\n\n  Chorus: Blackstreet\n\n  Tonight baby\n  Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)\n  Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby\n  I need it in my life\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight\n  Gotta get you home with me tonight\n  *etc.*\n"}]